It was a relaxing day for Chomby. The summer sun was making the entire room warm. He felt like he could fall asleep. As he started to drift off, he felt something brush against his side. He opened his eyes. To his lack of surprise, Squandered was currently trying to wrestle his way up Chomby's belly.

"You need help there, Squandered?" Chomby asked.

Squandered stopped his ascent and looked up at Chomby. He gave an impish expression and replied, "no! I can do it!" He continued attempting to hoist himself up for a good several minutes.

Chomby rolled his eyes and cupped a hand under the small soundbyte, allowing him to have a leg up. Once Squandered was on top of Chomby's belly, he scooted over and sat down right in front of Chomby's snout.

"What's up?" Chomby asked. He crossed his vision so he could stare at Squandered.

"Don't worry, Fatfat! I'll make sure you're taken care of! You need extra splooshes and squooshes!" Squandered clasped onto Chomby's snout.

"I'm fine, Squandered. It's just a bit hot." Chomby fixed his gaze to the window outside. He could see the trees rustling in the breeze.

"All the more reason!" Squandered said emphatically.

Chomby sighed and did his best to smile. "Oh no, tiny hands. My one weakness."

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A birthday gift for  squanderedmilk . He's certainly a determined little soundbyte, isn't he?!

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Squandered ©  squanderedmilk
Chomby/Art ©  pikminpedia Me