(Req! You're Shrimpo! Btw this is Angry/hatehugs ship, also, this contains headcanons!)

You sighed as you looked through your wardrobe, you arms folded tightly as you tapped your foot impatiently. All the toons had decided to set up a very fancy party, and as much as you wanted to wear your normal clothes, it wouldn't be approved of. And although you hated parties, you didn't necessarily have a choice.

...

Goob happily walked throughout the large ballroom, waving to his sister Scraps as he passed by. He currently had a tie on, and his normal clothes. He thought that was all it took to be fancy (he was kind of dumb); the other toons didn't mind though.

It was then that he spotted you on the other side of the room, and with a wide smile, he skipped over to you, long arms dragging across the floor like noodles. When he approached, he tapped your shoulder, grinning.

"Hey, Shrim- o-oh-!"

He stammered as he saw the fancy (and handsome) clothes you had on: a white shirt, and a dull-dark-orange waistcoat, bowtie, gloves, trousers, and black shoes. He felt his face heat up slightly at the sight, but he tried to regain his composure.

"Um- h-hi, Shrimpo!"

He exclaimed, fidgeting with his clawed fingers nervously as he beamed at you, his face still practically a tomato. He thought you were very handsome in the fancy clothes, and was pretty flustered about it. He shuffled on the spot. Scraps watched from afar, stifling a laugh.