Let's get a little day drunk

[moneymatters]

Scrooge crossed the grass with a rather decided march, though careful of the cargo he carried. Rather longer than he would've liked- even though it was only a few minutes of a walk at the most -he descended down the steps and to the cottage-looking door that'd been set in a hill, open to the sky. This was the ground-access passage to the Fraggle home beneath Duckburg, and it was on this door he pounded his spare fist twice. While he waited, what he held in his other hand giggled twice, and Scrooge rolled his eyes.

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[scaredsilly]

"It's alright Wembley. Truth be told, I'm a bit annoyed, too. Gobo knows what alcohol is same as we do, and yet we still get that," he said with a huff, gesturing toward Gobo without turning that way. "And now we have to deal with it until he's back to his senses."

He was silent a moment, then relented with, it wasn't quite a smile but it was close. A typical look for Boober, around his loved ones. "But it's alright. We'll take care of him, same as he would take care of any one of us. Drunk or no."