Mission in Progress || Boombox Biograft Fic Thing

Chapter 13: Gifting!

The next day, Boombox was awoken by Skateboard and Coil causing an unbearable amount of noise downstairs. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, sitting up. What was he doing today, again..?

THE MUSIC LESSON!

Boombox shot up out of bed, going over to the closet which now marked Biograft's corner of the room and changing from the pajamas he borrowed from Coil (Skateboard refused to give Boombox any more clothing after he insulted his fashion taste) into his newly-acquired phighting outfit. Even though he could've just gone shopping again for other clothes, this specific outfit was Boombox's favorite.

He stepped a few steps back, powering Biograft on. Its orange eyes glowed as it stared into nothingness... then it turned to Boombox.

"HELLO."

"Morning, Bio! Get a good night's rest?"

"I CANNOT-"

Boombox interrupted, patting it on the head. "Yeah, yeah, I shouldn't have asked... let's go see what Skateboard and Coil are doing!" Biograft followed Boombox out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where Skateboard and Coil were arguing next to the stove.

"HOW IN THE INPHINITY DID YOU ALMOST BURN THE HOUSE DOWN? IT'S A POT OF WATER!" Coil yelled at Skateboard, who had an open box of teabags in his hands.

"I DON'T KNOW! IT WAS LIKE THE WATER... CAUGHT ON FIRE? HOW CAN IT EVEN DO THAT?!"

Boombox and Biograft exchanged concerned glances. "...Guys?"

The other two whipped their heads around.

"...Morning!" Skateboard greeted them with a sheepish smile. "We weren't too loud, were we?" Boombox's silence gave him his answer. "My bad! It was Coil here who was the loudest, though, not me!" He slowly backed away from Coil, teabags still in-hand.

"Okay, whatever... what is this I'm hearing about THE HOUSE ALMOST BURNING DOWN?!"

Coil decided to answer for the culprit. "Well, this AMAZING chef..." His voice rang with sarcasm. "Tried to make tea in a... pot, for some reason? We have a kettle... Anyways, long story short, he SET THE STOVE ON FIRE, I heard him scream, came upstairs to see what the commotion was, found him running in circles around the kitchen table like a ten-year-old, put out the fire, and... yeah." Skateboard frowned, setting the teabags down on the slightly scorched kitchen counter. "And I still didn't get my tea..."

"Skate, I have never seen you drink tea the entire time I've known you. I promise, you do not need it now." Coil patted Skateboard on the back before changing the subject. "Ahem! Enough about his awful teamaking skills; where are you guys going without us?" Boombox suddenly remembered what he was doing. "It's 'without you' for a reason! You wouldn't wanna sit through a music lesson, anyways!" He had a point. Coil's curiosity faded, his arms drooping by his sides disappointedly. "Aw... have fun, I guess!" He waved at Boombox and Biograft as they stepped out of the house and shut the front door.

"What's with the sudden tea obsession, anyways?" He turned to Skateboard.

He shrugged. "Sling said it'd help with my hyperactivity. I think it just made it worse, though..."

"You think?"

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Even after Boombox and Biograft left the house, Boombox was still bewildered. "...What just happened?" Biograft imitated a shrug. "IT SEEMS MAKING TEA IS SKATEBOARD'S PRIMARY WEAKNESS." Boombox chuckled at the comment. "The same guy that got who-knows-how-many kills last phight somehow managed to burn water... the world we live in. Forget about that, though! It's music time!" The two friends hurried to the Boombloxx stage, which was now their undeclared spot for music lessons, and sat down on its wooden surface. Biograft, not knowing how exactly to sit, just mirrored Boombox's movements like it did the last time they were here, however long ago that was.