Pride is not the word I'm looking for, there is so much more inside me now

[gobetween]

The day was sunny and warm without being overbearing, perfect for a new dad to hang out outside with his son. Gobo was currently laying on his stomach in the grass with his arms folded underneath his chin, ankles crossed behind him. In front of him Frizzle was crawling around, pouncing on dandelion puffs. Occasionally he'd try to eat one, but that would get a firm- but gentle -reprimand and, a good-natured Fraggle even at this stage, he'd just go on with his little gamboling around.

Gobo smiled a little wider, resting his head a bit more on his cheek, watching Frizzle track around the sun-kissed hill. What a perfect day.

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[noimpulsecontrol]

"Ha, you think their room is bad? You should've seen when I was living on Donald's houseboat. Ooh, he was not happy when he saw that mess," she snickered, as she set to helping Gobo clean up.

[gobetween]

"Oh I've definitely seen bad. When Red and Mokey first moved in together, it was a mess!" He snickered, while directing her where to set things. "And crowded. You could hardly turn around without stepping on someone's tail."

[noimpulsecontrol]

Della smiled widely. "Oh, so they have some practice living with each other?" It did explain how things had gone so well for those two very different Fraggles - as close friends as they were - upon making the move into Fraggle Home.

"I guess it can go too far, but I think some mess makes a place look like someone actually lives there. Homes that are too clean are creepy."

[gobetween]

"They do, which is good because that means they got all their arguing out at the start."

He stacked some things back on the shelves, and looked around with a grin. "Y'know, I agree. I'm all for having a personal touch on the home, and sometimes that comes with a bit of clutter. You shoulda seen my and Wembley's old cave back at the Rock. Hats on hooks and on shelves, guitar to one side, postcards everywhere, telephone planters... We definitely made it our own after my uncle moved out."

[noimpulsecontrol]

"Yeah, exactly." Della nodded along. "Some people don't get it, but- Buh? Telephone planters?" She glanced over to Gobo, blinking once. "Is that... What?"

[gobetween]

He laughed and nodded. "Yeah! You know those old ones, where you listen to one side and talk in the other? Uncle Scrooge has a couple and he showed me how they work."

He turned toward her and leaned back, holding his hands out as wiiiide as they could go. "We found this neat Gorg-sized one at the Trash Heap one day. The curved part you pick up was hollowed out already, so we just turned it upside-down and put a couple plants in each size. It's a pity it was too big to bring with us to Fraggle Home, but we found a good caretaker for it down at the Rock with a cousin of mine."

[noimpulsecontrol]

"First of all, those phones are cool, and they're not old, stop it," Della said with a bit of a laugh. "You're making me feel old with that, and I'm definitely not. Second of all, that's really clever! You guys are definitely a resourceful bunch." A moment's pause, and then she frowned. "Wait, third of all! You have a cousin? I didn't know you had any family like that except for... Matt has a kid?"

[gobetween]

He laughed, and though he seemed uncomfortable on the surface, there was a grin alongside that.

"Y-yeah, about that. None of us knew until the Storyteller told him when he moved back to the Rock. It was a heck of a surprise for everybody, but Morris was already a friend of ours so it wasn't much of a stretch to consider him family, too."

[noimpulsecontrol]

To her credit, after the initial shock at the idea of Matt having a child wore off, Della just laughed. "Well, that must have been a fun day."

[gobetween]

Gobo laughed as well, and nodded. "It was certainly a day, I'll tell you that much."