He wakes to the familiar sound of his rattling chains and the rather unfamiliar feeling of a weight pressing down on him. There's nothing oppressive about the presence, which is why he doesn't snap into alert immediately but he still can't just ignore it and drop back to sleep. He opens his eyes and a happy squeal welcomes him—Woble's sitting on his lap, his chains jingling in her hands while her round, chubby face beams up at him. She must have untangled the chains from his wrist somehow while he slept. He doesn't mind her holding Holy Chain and Dowsing Chain but the others are very sharp-edged at the end and he doesn't want her to hurt herself.
"Hey," he greets softly, prompting another joyful squeal. Woble doesn't break eye contact as he slowly reaches out for her—then suddenly pops the ball of Dowsing Chain in her mouth like some kind of candy. He's too baffled to react at first, then he almost hyperventilates at the thought of how many germs she probably just swallowed. Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit!, is all he can think and in his panic he dismisses all of his chains at once.
Woble immediately starts wailing.
"So she licked your chains, huh?" Leorio comments later, and, for whatever unfathomable reason, starts to wiggle his eyebrows at him. What an idiot. "Looks like she's taking after you."