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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[gobetween]

Gobo did indeed wake up sometime the next day, though morning had come and gone by the time he stirred. He glanced up, the winced and put a hand to his head. It was still there, wasn't it? It didn't feel like it...

"Ohhh, I feel like I've been thumped by 20 Gorgs..."

[forachange]

Boober had given Wembley plenty of information on tending to Gobo in the morning - including the type of noises Gobo might be sensitive to, and apparently, Wembley's own voice was on the list. He didn't understand that, exactly, but he accounted for it. He responded to Gobo's groan with a hesitant smile and a wave, then started signing in the way Gobo had taught them after being taught himself by Uncle Matt.

"Do you want some water?"

[gobetween]

He glanced up, then looked at him with furrowed brow and momentarily crossed eyes. "Again. Slower." Such fast signing made his stomach swim.

Once he got the message though he nodded, and immediately regretted it. "Please."

[forachange]

Wembley nodded, and poured some water from a nearby pitcher into a glass, all set up by Boober the previous night. "We're both lucky Boober came home when he did yesterday," he signed after passing the glass to Gobo. "He's really smart about this stuff."

[gobetween]

"Good, 'cuz I'm really dumb about it." Caaarefully tilt the glass and lap at it, like a cat. Actually drinking was a little bit of a tall order right now.

"Wembley," he set the glass aside once he had enough, and looked up. "I'm really sorry. You were right, I wasn't thinking about what it would do."

[forachange]

Wembley hesitated a good while before answering, having to remind himself that Gobo was right - that he'd been right. He wasn't mad anymore, but he didn't want to go back on what he'd said the day before. It was still true.

"Thank you. Can I ask you a question?"

[gobetween]

"If you get me something for my headache first, then sure."

Thankfully Boober had accounted for that too, leaving a little herb mixture with the water. Sipping that just as carefully, he waved for Wembley to go ahead.

[forachange]

"What were you thinking, then?" Wembley signed, even slower than he had been in his hesitance. He didn't want to make Gobo feel bad, but he didn't understand.

[gobetween]

"Honestly?" Headache be damned, he laughed a bit. -Ooh no wait, nevermind, now he hurt. "It was that it was sweet that did me in. It was creamy and sugary, and I was hungry, but knew Uncle Scrooge would be mad if I stole any vegetables that weren't mine."

Gobo paused, then waved a hand, not trusting being able to roll his eyes. "'Course, I stole alcohol that wasn't mine... But my curiosity got the better of me. And my sweet tooth."

[forachange]

Wembley stifled a giggle, he just couldn't help it. "Next time, we can get ice cream, okay?" His smile faded, then. "Really, please don't do that again. I was so scared you were going to get hurt, or something."

[gobetween]

"I have absolutely noooo plans to ever get that drunk again, believe me. Better yet." He held his hand up, other on his chest. "Weeba, weeba, waffa, waffa, garpox gumbage, whoopee- Ooh, ow..."

[forachange]

"Good, good. But you don't have to take the Oath if it hurts you, silly." Wembley smiled, then, and added, "It's nice to have my Gobo back."

[gobetween]

"Breathing hurts." The faintest snort, then he smiled, one of his little teasing ones in lieu of laughing more. "Well, I don't know if you have me back yet. Not until it stops feeling like I've got a team of Doozers working on my brain."

[forachange]

Wembley rolled his eyes with a playful grin. "You sure sound like you," he pointed out. Oh, right! "The girls will be home a little later. They said to tell you they hope you feel better soon."

Or, well, something not quite that in Red's case, but Wembley was reasonably sure she'd meant it that way, all the same.

[gobetween]

"Ah, thanks." He sipped a little at the water. "...I'm never going to live this down, am I?"

[forachange]

"No," Wembley signed cheerily. "You know how it is, Gobo. That would be too easy."

[gobetween]

"Thought not." Should he try sitting up? Maybe if he did it.. sloooowwwlllyyy.....

"Hey uh, do others know yet?"

[forachange]

"Yeah, sure! A bunch of people checked in on you, I guess Scrooge told them? Bridge and Perdita and Louie all called."

Granted, they'd all seemed rather amused by the whole thing, but...

[gobetween]

"Ohh, all those people checkin' in, huh..." He sighed deeply, putting his head in his hands.

[forachange]

"Yeah, they must have been really worried! They wanted to hear every last thing about it!"

That sigh and the way Gobo was holding his head, though... He'd chalk that up to the hangover.

[gobetween]

"I'm sure they did." He drained the rest of the water and handed the glass over, then eeaaaased himself back down. "I'm just gonna... lie down a while more, 'kay Wembley?"

[forachange]

"Okay, then, I'll go let Boober know how you're doing," Wembley signed, before he rose to his feet and headed for the door. A pause, then, and three (relatively) quick signs - "I love you."

[gobetween]

He glanced up, then smiled and shifted enough so he could return the same signs, "I love you," adding a blown kiss to the end of it.

However, once Wembley was out of the room, he buried himself into his pillows with a miserable, sustained groan.

[forachange]

As soon as the door was closed behind him, Wembley let out a massive sigh of relief, and proceeded to squeet and squat his way down the hall and into the kitchen. Once there, he came up behind Boober - still scatsinging - and hugged him snugly.

"He's awake."

[scaredsilly]

He was indeed in the kitchen, putting together a lunch for the three of them. When Wembley came, he smiled and rested a hand on his outer cheek, holding him close and leaning in for a moment.

"Good. How is he feeling?"