blues drabble i had not finished
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“There she goes,” Boomer muttered to himself, his eyes lighting up as he took in the lonesome golden haired girl sitting on the brick wall, her back turned to the sun giving her a halo effect.
His blues got a twinkle in them, and he tore off.
He nearly startled Bubbles when he approached her. Her papers on her lap, above her adorable eggshell white (eggshell? How the fuck does Boomer know this is specifically eggshell? He needed to stay away from Brick.) skirt.
When her baby blues met his dark blues, she adopted a gentle gaze.
“Boomer? You scared me.” Her fingers work to brush the blonde strays that fly cross her pink, glossed lips, away. Boomers eyes are drawn to the motion.
The grin on his face is everpresent, “Hey, you.”
She blinks at him.
Boomer hops from behind the wall to sit next to her. He gets a welcoming whiff of her peach perfume. “I love peaches,” he starts, confusing her. “Whatcha up to?”
Bubbles blinks again, clearly taken aback by his sudden entrance. She looks down at the papers in her hands, “Oh. Um… I’m just reading..” She taps the papers into her hand and gives him a little awkward smile, “You know? Trynna study.”
“Sounds boring,” Boomer pouts.
Bubbles rolls her eyes, more amused then offended.
Boomer senses her open gait and continues on, “Why don’t you do something fun for once when I sneak up on you? Like…” his eyes scans the park for something. “Beating that guy up over there.”
She shoves him playfully, “I do not just go around beating up people for fun,” she reprimands him with a smile, “I’m not like you and your brothers.”
“But he could be a bad guy.” Boomer says. “Look! He just littered.”
Bubbles looked to see, the culprit had infact littered. She frowned and got up-
“I’ll do it.” Boomer declared before taking off. He shoots to where the trash is dropped, only to be met by golden pigtails. He looks confused and then smirks walking past Bubbles, “You don’t trust me to do the right thing?”
“I don’t trust you to not take advantage of a situation to prove yourself to me,” she points out giving the man who was by them a weary eye. He only looked between the teens.
Boomer was nonchalant, “You should trust me more. I’m not that bad of a guy, honestly. You can bring me home to papa.”
“Sure,” she scoffed.
Boomer watches her in amusement as she morphs into catty bubbles.
Bubbles is a rainbow of expressions really, All of them are adorable and great and came with a ‘hue scale.’ Her flirtatious expression was a hue he favored most. Around him it was mostly snide and quip. She always put up a front of being “over it, and still managed to stick around long enough till both of them kew the only thing left to say was ‘goodbye.’
He liked when she had a little edge with her banter,
“You’re right,” he continues, walking on the trailed path back toward the brick wall, “i’D PRO
---n that's that---
“There she goes,” Boomer muttered to himself, his eyes lighting up as he took in the lonesome golden haired girl sitting on the brick wall, her back turned to the sun giving her a halo effect.
His blues got a twinkle in them, and he tore off.
He nearly startled Bubbles when he approached her. Her papers on her lap, above her adorable eggshell white (eggshell? How the fuck does Boomer know this is specifically eggshell? He needed to stay away from Brick.) skirt.
When her baby blues met his dark blues, she adopted a gentle gaze.
“Boomer? You scared me.” Her fingers work to brush the blonde strays that fly cross her pink, glossed lips, away. Boomers eyes are drawn to the motion.
The grin on his face is everpresent, “Hey, you.”
She blinks at him.
Boomer hops from behind the wall to sit next to her. He gets a welcoming whiff of her peach perfume. “I love peaches,” he starts, confusing her. “Whatcha up to?”
Bubbles blinks again, clearly taken aback by his sudden entrance. She looks down at the papers in her hands, “Oh. Um… I’m just reading..” She taps the papers into her hand and gives him a little awkward smile, “You know? Trynna study.”
“Sounds boring,” Boomer pouts.
Bubbles rolls her eyes, more amused then offended.
Boomer senses her open gait and continues on, “Why don’t you do something fun for once when I sneak up on you? Like…” his eyes scans the park for something. “Beating that guy up over there.”
She shoves him playfully, “I do not just go around beating up people for fun,” she reprimands him with a smile, “I’m not like you and your brothers.”
“But he could be a bad guy.” Boomer says. “Look! He just littered.”
Bubbles looked to see, the culprit had infact littered. She frowned and got up-
“I’ll do it.” Boomer declared before taking off. He shoots to where the trash is dropped, only to be met by golden pigtails. He looks confused and then smirks walking past Bubbles, “You don’t trust me to do the right thing?”
“I don’t trust you to not take advantage of a situation to prove yourself to me,” she points out giving the man who was by them a weary eye. He only looked between the teens.
Boomer was nonchalant, “You should trust me more. I’m not that bad of a guy, honestly. You can bring me home to papa.”
“Sure,” she scoffed.
Boomer watches her in amusement as she morphs into catty bubbles.
Bubbles is a rainbow of expressions really, All of them are adorable and great and came with a ‘hue scale.’ Her flirtatious expression was a hue he favored most. Around him it was mostly snide and quip. She always put up a front of being “over it, and still managed to stick around long enough till both of them kew the only thing left to say was ‘goodbye.’
He liked when she had a little edge with her banter,
“You’re right,” he continues, walking on the trailed path back toward the brick wall, “i’D PRO
---n that's that---
