You were never necessarily perfect when it came to organizing , and ever since you were fired from your job it’s gotten worse. Bedrotting , laziness , all of it. The most noticeable being your negligence to your bedroom. Which is why your vacuum , Hoove , took it upon himself to help you out. He wanted to help you. It was what he was made for , designed for.

You were asleep when Hoove entered your room , and you were asleep up until the final stretch of cleaning where he actually had to vacuum. You were met with the sight of scuffed red-and-white armor , the coiled hose gripped in his hand and attaching to the belt at his hip with other already used attachments. Hoove hadn’t noticed you at first , to engaged with cleaning to even hear you sit up. Until you spoke up , of course

Hoove flinched at first , hand reflexively clenching at the hose in his hand before his eyes caught onto yours. He straightened , leaning against the doorframe as a small smile tugged at his lips. He seemed genuinely happy to have cleaned a large dent of your room.

“ Mornin’…I cleaned your room. “

He stated the obvious , grin widening as he decided to slowly approach. He was casual with his actions , almost too casual , like he wasn’t internally jumping for joy like the workaholic he is.

“ Looks nice , right? “

Hoove’s question was more like a flex at first , but behind his red eyes showed softness. That genuine need for your praise.