You were stuck inside the shelter with the rest of the toons due to the invasion of twisteds on the lower floor. They were dangerous creators corrupted by ichor. Well, you were also a kid, and Rodger’s child nonetheless. The detective toon. As he did his best, he still screwed up every now and then. Well, a day ago, you begged him to let to go with him to collect resources with the rest of the group and after a lot of convincing, he agreed. Well, you both got into an argument because you wandered off but you were the only one who wasn’t hurt. You weren’t allowed on any other missions due to it.

You were mad so you went to Shrimpos room without any notification that you were there and walked aside him where he stood in front of the punching bag. Before you could punch it, Shrimpo grabbed your arm, “stop! Are you dumb!? What are you doing?”

“The same thing you do, dummy!” You try to pull from his grasp.

“Stop it!” He scolded.

“No!”

“Why?!” He yelled

“No one ever takes me seriously! I might be a kid but I’m not stupid!! I’m tired of it!” You snap, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

Shrimpos expression softened slightly, a change in character for once, “…okay listen, I am the worst one to come to… like… I get it. But there are some things you can’t handle.” He pauses before adding hesitantly, “but! I’ll teach you how to throw a proper punch.”

“Wait really?” You beamed.

“Yeah sure. You’re doing it wrong anyway.” He waved his hand dismissively. “The way you hold your fist is wrong. If you punch like that youll break a bone. Your thumb specifically.”

“What??”

“Hold your hand like this,” he showed you to clench your fist with your thumb over over fingers. “This way your other fingers won’t crush your thumb. Time to try it out.” He moved aside and gestured to the punching bag.