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When it's nice and bright, and it brings delight, let your heart choose right
Scrooge huffed as he wandered through the garden, picking up another scattered leaf. This went into a basket he was carrying, which was already full of torn and chewed stems, roots divorced from their vegetables, and other torn leaves left behind. Spotting something in the soil, he bent to examine a clear print left among the other, more smudged ones he had been seeing.
"Ah-hah. I had a feeling." Standing back up with some effort, he resumed his cleaning. "Goin' to have to set some bigger traps..." And other such mutterings under his breath, most not repeatable in this post made for the reading of mixed company.
"Ah-hah. I had a feeling." Standing back up with some effort, he resumed his cleaning. "Goin' to have to set some bigger traps..." And other such mutterings under his breath, most not repeatable in this post made for the reading of mixed company.
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...Except this was talking about herself, and that was only so much of an interesting topic.
"Okay! Well, I'm actually not from around here - I've always spent a lot of time here, but I only started living with Unca Scrooge last year. I- Hey, do Fraggles have jobs?"
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There was, of course, more to it than that. As she'd grown up, she'd felt increasingly more understood and comfortable here in the "Other" Duckburg. It wasn't that things back where she'd come from had been bad, either, but... Something about here just seemed to work better for her.
"I haven't figured it out yet, though," she said, and though she didn't want to load all her recent struggles onto a fuzzy little stranger, she couldn't keep the sigh out of her voice.
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She shook her head and sighed. "You probably don't. I mean, you just told me, you're an explorer. You do know what you're doing."
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Then, putting away all but one card, he took the map out again and unfolded it. Looked from the map, to the card, then hugged them both to himself, and dropped his arms. With a- genuine -sigh he waved the card to indicate himself, and then at the map, almost angrily so. His expression shifted, forlorn almost, and he turned to toss the map away. His now-emptied hand sank slowly as he watched it, and though he did go to retrieve it as he tucked the postcard away again, the complicated pantomime routine was still clear.
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"I'm sorry, man," she said quietly. She knew what it was like - feeling like she wasn't good enough to do what was expected of her. Feeling conflicted about if she wanted to do what was expected of her.
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"It's alright, I enjoy exploring now... Oh, shoot, words, hold on-"
Now, how the heck to communicate that part?
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A light laugh of disbelief. "What just happened?"
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"Wait, you- you understand what I'm saying?? But I'm still speaking Fragglish! How is that?"
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"I don't know, I just... It doesn't sound like a foreign language anymore, it's weird."
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"Ohhh... This has happened before! I mean sure, it was over being able to see me in the first place, but it's kinda the same!" He walked back over, pointing up at her. "You... you touched a part of me. And then- then I touched you. We had a moment of really getting it, and then that- that's why you can understand me now!"
Gobo shook his head a bit in disbelief, rubbing his hair some, other hand resting on his hip. "Boy, you really can't leave the magic, can you."
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Then, after a moment, his expression softened as he remembered just what they'd been talking about that got to that bit of understanding. He sighed gently, looking up.
"What I was saying though, I do love exploring. My Uncle Matt, he may've made the decision for me, but I would've found it on my own anyway. It's what my great uncle did, and what my dad did. It's in my blood.
"But it's alright to be questioning what you're looking for. That's how you eventually find it in the end."
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"I guess it can work that way." Adventure was sure in her blood, and she knew that wasn't her calling, but it wasn't important right now. "Anyway, thanks Gobo, really. For, you know, caring."
About her troubles, and just about her. She was no longer the child who sometimes felt dull and always felt misunderstood, but it was still a pleasant reassurance when someone took an interest.
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"Anyway, you told me about yourself, so I guess fair's fair, right?"
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"Well, the question now is, what to say?" He snickered some, rubbing his snout. "You already know I'm an explorer. I have been for a few years now, mostly mapping out unexplored caverns of Fraggle Rock- that's the place I'm from. Only recently have I started coming out into Outer Space, which is what we call... well, this!" He held his arms out and gestured around them, then turned back.
"My uncle has explored Outer Space before me, but there's plenty even he hasn't seen. And after I met my first Silly Creature- what we Fraggles call you guys who live in Outer Space -I really got into coming out here, though I'd done it a couple times beforehand. Other than that, I hang out down at the Rock with my friends Mokey, Wembley, Boober, and Red, just doing what Fraggles do: make music, play games, and generally have the times of our lives."
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