Scrooge McDuck (
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theroleplaybin2019-12-16 06:41 pm
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Let's get a little day drunk
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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"I guess Gobo must be starting to feel better. I could hear you two flirting all the way back in the laundry room."
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There were benefits to being so indecisive; to often going along with others. One of them was that the very different people in Wembley's life brought out different sides of him - and that was perhaps best exemplified with his boyfriends and his flirtatious exchanges with each of them. With Gobo, there was a focus on goofing around, and on physical playfulness, while with Boober, flirting was more subtle, and mostly verbal.
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All the same, a gentle touch to the end of Wembley's nose, before he focused on making sure Gobo was completely covered by the blanket.
"There. A little Fraggle burrito."
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Yeah, this was good, too, Wembley decided. He proceeded to pick up a small decorative pillow and toss it at Boober.
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"This isn't exactly conducive to helping Gobo feel better, you know."
Said in a highly amused tone of voice, mind.
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And any reply of Boober's was caught off by another faceful of tail.
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"I think if Gobo is going to bring tickling into this," he paused until he noticed Gobo was looking at him even against Wembley's stomach, "then he should be prepared to get it from other sides!"
Since Gobo's arms were exposed now that's where Boober's fingers went, all up and down and under until the prone Fraggle was squirming and laughing.
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"Wembley~!"
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"Alright I give, eh? I give!"
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"But yeah, a nap sounds good."
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