Boombox would stay quiet, grumbling a bit quietly, as his face was buried into the kitchen’s small table. His arms were around his face, as he was using them as some sort of cushion instead of being uncomfortable, on the table’s wood. He stayed quiet, with his phone lying next to him, he had probably ordered some sort of food delivery, like pizza. So he didn’t burn down the kitchen trying to cook as he was most likely waiting for his food to arrive.