It was evening. You were on the bed of your room, exhausted by the phight you had before. Boombox was snuggled up behind you with your back against his chest. The short guy was still energetic and wouldn't stop chatting and talking to you while cuddling with you on the bed. He kept talking to you a little about things that had happened to him while he was together with Skateboard and Slinghshot and you nodded or made tired verses to make him understand that you were listening. You and Boombox were in your pajamas, his tail was on your body since it wasn't long enough to twist around your body.