The sound at his door gave Hunk a start, distracting him from the stew he was preparing the ingredients for. Every winter, once the weather started getting really bad, he liked to have a lot of food ready, especially since a lot of his friends weren't always prepared for the heavy snowfall. Lance, for example, was reluctant to admit he needed to prepare at all, and Pidge would often get so lost in science and tech that she lost track of the days.
But for now, the meals would have to wait. Who on earth was at his door in this weather - who was out in this weather? When he pulled the door open, he got his answer.
"Aww, it's a Fraggle... Oh. Oh, man, it's a Fraggle - why is he up here in this cold?! Okay, Hunk, don't panic. Just... Just take care of him. Yeah, you've got this."
As he reassured himself, he scooped up the Fraggle and - shutting the door behind him - headed back inside. Alright, warming him up gently would be key. He set the Fraggle down on the couch, carefully removing his vest and other extra layers, including the hat. Then he tossed the throw that had been folded on the arm of the couch over the little guy.
He crouched down and watched him for a little while, but that was just making him more nervous when the Fraggle didn't start to wake up right away. He took a deep breath, and decided it would be best to return to his cooking. He'd keep an ear out for his guest.
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The sound at his door gave Hunk a start, distracting him from the stew he was preparing the ingredients for. Every winter, once the weather started getting really bad, he liked to have a lot of food ready, especially since a lot of his friends weren't always prepared for the heavy snowfall. Lance, for example, was reluctant to admit he needed to prepare at all, and Pidge would often get so lost in science and tech that she lost track of the days.
But for now, the meals would have to wait. Who on earth was at his door in this weather - who was out in this weather? When he pulled the door open, he got his answer.
"Aww, it's a Fraggle... Oh. Oh, man, it's a Fraggle - why is he up here in this cold?! Okay, Hunk, don't panic. Just... Just take care of him. Yeah, you've got this."
As he reassured himself, he scooped up the Fraggle and - shutting the door behind him - headed back inside. Alright, warming him up gently would be key. He set the Fraggle down on the couch, carefully removing his vest and other extra layers, including the hat. Then he tossed the throw that had been folded on the arm of the couch over the little guy.
He crouched down and watched him for a little while, but that was just making him more nervous when the Fraggle didn't start to wake up right away. He took a deep breath, and decided it would be best to return to his cooking. He'd keep an ear out for his guest.