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Droid hums as he uses the carved out ladle to stir the soup. Various vegetables—ones he would have never seen had he not be stranded here make up the majority of his soup. He steadied the pot, pawed hands careful of the heat from the crackling fire below.
The broth alone smells enticing, he’s sure Matt will be happy. Even if Droid’s never been too good at cooking, that “job” has always fallen towards Matt. But with the older out of commission, it’s Droid’s job to take care of the amphibian.
He slowly uses the ladle to pour a generous amount in a small makeshift bowl. Once satisfied, Droid happily walks towards there home. The soft fur—now a doormat in front, has Droid wiping his paws free of dirt, dual tails wagging behind him as he pushes the door open, quiet as he tiptoes in, careful not to spill his soup.
He immediately zeros in on the small lump covered in furs on there bed. A warmth pooling in his stomach as he walks over, setting the bowl down as he kneels next to Matt.
The soft snores of the frog hybrid has Droid purring. The knowledge that Matt’s at least a little comfortable makes him happy.
The soup can wait, Matt should sleep….just a bit more. Peeling back a layer of the fur, Droid cuddles up next to him, uncaring of the cold slimey skin.