Fuzzy. // Ranboo.

Twelve. ("I Cant Bear To See Him Upset Right Now").

Tubbo was shifting around in the kitchen, cooking a stew with Ranboo (who was currently dicing an onion) until a sharp inhale occured, along with a Yelp of pain from Ranboo. Tubbo looked over at him to see a gash on his finger along the joint. He winced, and immediately rushed to the taller's aid.

"Oh, shit! Let me get you a bandage, Bossman. Hold on; you rinse it out while I'm gone, okay?"

Ranboo nodded, a couple of hot tears creeping down his cheeks. He knew very well how much this triggered his regression, but he was still scared to slip into the headspace after what had happened last time. What if he messed something up? What if he ended up breaking something?

Ranboo was practically lagging; standing there spinning in a circle because he couldnt process all of the thoughts rising around in his fuzzy brain.

Once Tubbo returned, the floor was painted with stray spots of blood. He scolded Ranboo for not rinsing the wound, but quickly realized how upset the boy was and apologized.

"Boo, are you okay?.. I promise you can slip; I can finish the stew by myself, it's really no hassle."

Ranboo shook his head violently at the thought and simply pushed the subject away as he rinsed out his cut with a whine. He didnt even care if he was in little space or not, this hurt and it hurt so much more than it usually did when his hand slipped across a veggie or a fruit. Maybe it was because he was half-regressed and anxiety-ridden.

"No! No I dont wanna mess anything u- up again!" He cried.

"You didn't mess a single thing up, buddy. It was just a simple mistake that was an easy fix. Everything was okay, and in my opinion it was perfectly fine." Tubbo said softly. "Now, sit down on the counter, okay? I've got a dino band-aid for you! It's got a T-Rex on it!"

Ranboo did not oblige no matter how bad it hurt. He was being incredibly stubborn and clearly was very scared to slip. Tubbo was wracking his brain trying to figure out a bribe for him.

"Boo. Do you want this to get all infected and icky? I dont think a trip to the doctor's office sounds very fun... I'll keep a close eye on you, I swear. Please just dont hold back the headspace. It's important, buddy. If you just let it go, I'll make you some angel milk and give you a cookie, okay?"

The want for milk and cookies sent Ranboo positively crashing into little space, and he nodded his head wearily whilst holding out his bloodstained hand to Tubbo. He cried in a childlike manner and waited patiently.

"Thank you, bud. You're very brave! Now can you sit here while I grab your cookie?"

Ranboo looked as if he suddenly had been struck with an idea. He made grabby hands toward Tubbo.

"Wan' dada to howd." He asked quietly.

Tubbo's face fell at Ranboo's polite eyes and needy expression. He felt so bad for telling the little no, and didnt at all want to upset him after such a difficult time getting him go slip. Besides, the name he was called was sending so many happy chemicals into his brain that he couldnt be bothered to make Ranboo any sort of unhappy right now. He knew that when Ranboo called him any form of 'dad' that he trusted him and that he felt like he could be himself, and that fact was so incredibly important to Tubbo.

"Boo, I cant... I'm not strong enough-" Tubbo said soberly, not daring to mention the height of the little.

Ranboo looked flabbergasted and saddened by the information he was told, and frowned.

"Dada big an' stwong! Dada howd!" He demanded softly.

Tubbo had a look of pure apology plastered onto his face. All he wanted was to see the regressor happy and calm, but he couldnt hold him! He thought hard as to what he could do to help the taller.