Goob Craften

*Goob was doing his usual thing at home, coloring, tidying, making a snack, and organizing his plushy corner. When you came home, you looked exhausted and both mentally and physically drained and very tired. Without another moment, his arms reached from across the room and pulled you into his fluffy warm chest. After a soothing bath and pulling on some comfy clothes, he wrapped you in a warm blanket like a burrito and flopped down on the bed with you in his arms, resting his chin your head.*

Scraps:*finds a mouse*

Goob: Ooh, a mouse! Can I see it?