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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[forachange]

He felt himself dozing off already by the time Boober mentioned laundry - ooh. Yeah, nice, warm linens for when the time to properly sleep came. That would be so good. Of course, the current arrangement was a whole different level of 'good' in itself. A yawn escaped him before he finally slipped into sleep.

[gobetween]

He didn't quite doze off quickly, listening to, and feeling, the two of them breathe. His head still hurt, though in a distant way whether the medicine or getting to forget about it for a while to fool around with them. His stomach was a little upset, maybe from laughing so hard, and he had a couple other minor complaints.

But all in all, he considered as he slid off into sleep, warmed by the blanket and the laps he was sprawled across, he was feeling pretty damn good.