Goob sat on his bed in the room he shared with Scraps. Goob sat on his bed, drawing, the paper rustling softly with each stroke of his pencil. The room was slightly messy and quiet, but not uncomfortably so. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Hmm."

Footsteps passed his room, but he paid no attention. Though slightly curious, he kicked his feet slowly. Lost in creation, he continued his peaceful drawing. Scraps passed by the room, telling him it was lunchtime. His expression turned excited as he jumped out of bed and ran to the door, his arms dragging along the carpeted floor.