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Golf Ball was not very open about her regression. For one thing, she usually didn't realize whenever that fuzzy feeling overcame her, and whenever she was aware, she usually locked herself in the room or the factory.
She hadn't meant to let anyone know, but TB had figured it out, much to her dismay. He had found her in her lab regressed, and now insisted on taking care of her whenever she slipped. Thankfully, he was the one person she trusted most, and he was usually the one to notice before anyone else did and drag her to the lab (courtesy to her instructing him to do exactly that) so she wouldn't embarrass herself, as she put it.
"Hey, Golfie, have you seen my goggles?" TB asked, poking his head into her factory. He raised an eyebrow after vaguely hearing her let a low, quiet and muffled "mmmrrrmmm.."
Tennis Ball frowned curiously at her short response. Her back was facing him, and at first he assumed she was just hyperfixated on something she was working on again. He walked over to her curiously, now standing directly behind her. Her desk had a few crumpled papers of sketches some machines and inventions, along with some gears and whatnot; the typical Golf Ball work. "Golfie?" He repeated. She turned around, and TB was surprised to see she had a gear in her mouth, fiddling with it and spinning it around her mouth using her legs. Ah! She was little!
"Oh, Golfie, that's not for eating." He cooed, taking it out of her mouth and placing it on her desk, which was a bit hard, since, like her, didn't have any arms. She whined in protest, but quieted down when he scooped her up and placed her into a sitting position on top of his fuzzy head. He chuckled slightly at her reaction.
Oh boy. As much as he liked how cute little GB could be, he knew she had quite the habit of getting irritated or fussy quickly if things didn't go her way.
"Soooo.. how old are you, Golfie?" He hummed, bouncing slightly but not too much, just so that she'd at least be somewhat entertained and not too much to the point she'd fall off him. Golf Ball was so endearing in this headspace; Usually she wasn't so touchy-feely, only occasionally letting him hug her or sitting on his head. When little, she was very fond of touch.
"Hmmmm.. I think 'm three?" She replied, giggling as she bounced on TB's head. He smiled at her; it was extremely amusing to him for her to act so little but still act and speak somewhat smartly and be rather bossy. The only difference was the great decrease in her words along with the coherence and grammar of the way she spoke.
"Wow, that's such a small number!" He cooed at her.
She huffed in response, her cheeks puffing up as she pouted. "Mmmnnnooo, 'm a- a big girl!" He chuckled at her reaction, bouncing her again incase she'd begin to fuss.
"Okay, okay, 'big girl' it is then." He said, humoring her. "Okay, soo.. what are we doing today?"
"Mmmm... draw?" Golf Ball giggled at her suggestion.
"Oh! Yeah, sure, we can do that." Tennis Ball nodded, immediately setting her down tenderly to find some paper and crayons. Golf Ball had organized her littlespace things in a box inside a locked drawer, and only Tennis Ball - besides herself - knew where the key was. He struggled a bit, before successfully opening said drawer, pulling it out and setting on the desk. Golf Ball's eyes lit up, quickly grabbing them and then setting off to start drawing on the floor. He chuckled, watching her from the corner of his eye as he took out several more things.
Tennis Ball had been going over some of the work Golf Ball had left on her desk before looking up. Golf Ball had been letting out gurgly coos, giggling to herself on the floor as she colored - was she even coloring? He stood up to get a good look at her, only to find her with a crayon in her mouth, playing with it in her mouth using her legs. He let out a soft chuckle, taking it away and setting it down, eliciting a soft whine in protest followed by a poutful stomp as she looked up at him crossly.
"Sorry, Golfie, but eating that's gonna make your stomach all yucky, yeah?" He said, popping the paci in her mouth instead. She huffed, going back to coloring. TB smiled slightly, turning away back to her desk once more.
Yet as soon as he turned his back, she spat out the paci followed by another pout. Ugh, Tennis Ball was so boring! Her paci was nice, sure, but it was nothing compared to crayons! Besides, the statistics of her getting sick because she ate some crayons were very low, definitely, totally! She wasn't eating because she was little, she was tasting them for... science! Yep, yeah, science, totally.
She glanced at Tennis Ball. Tenn seemed busy, going over the thingies she started on when she had been bigger. She giggled silently to herself, using her feet to bring the crayons to her mouth again. She cooed and babbled to herself as she spun it around her mouth like one would a lollipop.
"Golfie."
Golf Ball looked up from her paper at once to see Tennis Ball attempting to pull a stern face, but he looked more amused if anything. He took the crayon out of her mouth once more, receiving grumbles from her along with a tearful, angry pout. It wasn't fair, Tennis Ball was so bossy! He let out a fond sigh at the sight of her tears, scooping her up - or doing the equivalent of scooping her up, which was to place her on his head. He looked around the lab.. yeah, there was a LOT of things she probably shouldn't have access to here.
"..Wanna go to our room, Golfie?" He suggested, bouncing her on his head. The only sound he got out of her was a whine in protest. He chuckled at her; he had been planning to eitherway regardless of her answer. "Awhhh~ okay then, let's go~!" He said happily. More grumbles and whines could be heard from the little one as they left the lab.
Now, if Tennis Ball were to be honest, people around here couldn't care less if she was regressed or not. It was actually quite normal, plenty of other contestants did so too. Hell, even X did too apparently. The only reason GB didn't want anyone to know was because of her stubborn, prideful nature. Tennis Ball didn't mind that though- it was one of the few perks of her that he found endearing. He hummed as she fussed, watching him open the door with his feet and entering the room.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" He asked, setting her down and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. She huffed, but Tennis Ball sighed in amusement seeing the pink tinge on her cheeks. He made sure that the things she could potentially put into her mouth was out of her reach as he rummaged in the small cardboard toybox hidden in her closet. She let out a small, excited coo seeing him hold it, her earlier stubbornness forgotten as she played with a toy test tube. She seemed satisfied at the moment, much to Tennis Ball's relief.
"Golfie-"
"No! No nap! I don't need!"
Golf Ball looked up at him with an angry pout of her face. She'd been playing for an hour as the moon shone brightly outside, and she was clearly exhausted from the way she rubbed her eyes and let out soft yawns. Yet of course, even little Golf Ball would consider sleep a waste of time.
"Golfie, please. You're clearly exhausted, and-"
"Nuh-uh. No nap. I'll play." Golf Ball cut him off firmly, sitting back to play with the toy lightbulb she'd been holding earlier.
Tennis Ball rolled his eyes. Even when she was little she could be so neglectful with her health. Without waiting for a reply and ignoring her little whines of protests, he picked her up, laying her down on the bed. Of course, she immediately sat up, looking at him with angry, tearful pouting. He made a small tut-ing noise. There was always one more way he could try out.
Out of nowhere, he touched her sides, rubbing them slightly. Instantly she was set through a burst of giggles, rolling over on the bed. Hook, line and sinker.
He smirked, continuing to tickle her more. "Sorry, what was that Golfie? Couldn't hear ya!" He teased her. She let out a delighted, giddy squeal, her legs curled up against her chest as she rolled around the bed trying to avoid his touch.
"stop!" she laughed.
"Hm, if I stop will my dear Golfie go to sleep?" He asked, lifting her up. She let out a soft, giddy whine, but it came out drowsy. He let out a fond laugh, setting her back down on the bed and popping the paci in her mouth. "I think that might be a yes," He said, adjusting the blanket so it covered both of them. She let out a yawn followed by a high-pitched whine, the binky slipping out of her mouth, to which Tennis Ball was quick to put back in. She cooed, burying her face against his fuzz and curling up against him. He sighed fondly, kissing her tenderly on the forehead a few more times.
Within minutes she was out like a light. He leaned against the headboard, looking up at the ceiling. Taking care of little Golfie was no big task, regardless of what age she would be in at the time. "Goodnight, Golfie." He whispered, placing another kiss on her forehead for good measure. Yeah, sleeping sounded like a good idea.