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I won't leave you out in the cold alone
This was not exactly one of his best life experiences.
There were many great advantages to being a small little Fraggle. One of them was not dealing with blizzard conditions. His size of under two feet made it extremely difficult to make his way through the deep snow, and he had to keep a hand on his hat the whole time just so he didn't lose it. Though he was furry and dressed in multiple layers, including a turtleneck that nearly obscured what of his head his hat wasn't pulled over, he felt chilled to the BONE. Gotta find shelter somewhere soon...
That shelter turned out to be a partially enclosed porch in the neighborhood he'd been struggling his way through. The light filtering in through the windows was a beacon, and he struggled and slipped his way over until he could limp up the stairs, his tail dragging behind him. Though his hands were numb, he knew he had to brush the snow off himself best he could; he was out of the driving wind, but still was absolutely freezing. He crouched down near the door where he could feel at least a little warmth coming out, and wrapped his arms around himself.
If he could just rest out of the wind and the sheeting ice, if he could just get warm, he could find a way back home somehow. Even with the way the snow had piled up everywhere, and the way that, so worn out from his efforts, his eyelids started to bob. Maybe a quick nap, it's alright if you're not truly hypothermic, right? A quick nap, and then afterward he'll be clear-headed enough to figure out what to do...
There were many great advantages to being a small little Fraggle. One of them was not dealing with blizzard conditions. His size of under two feet made it extremely difficult to make his way through the deep snow, and he had to keep a hand on his hat the whole time just so he didn't lose it. Though he was furry and dressed in multiple layers, including a turtleneck that nearly obscured what of his head his hat wasn't pulled over, he felt chilled to the BONE. Gotta find shelter somewhere soon...
That shelter turned out to be a partially enclosed porch in the neighborhood he'd been struggling his way through. The light filtering in through the windows was a beacon, and he struggled and slipped his way over until he could limp up the stairs, his tail dragging behind him. Though his hands were numb, he knew he had to brush the snow off himself best he could; he was out of the driving wind, but still was absolutely freezing. He crouched down near the door where he could feel at least a little warmth coming out, and wrapped his arms around himself.
If he could just rest out of the wind and the sheeting ice, if he could just get warm, he could find a way back home somehow. Even with the way the snow had piled up everywhere, and the way that, so worn out from his efforts, his eyelids started to bob. Maybe a quick nap, it's alright if you're not truly hypothermic, right? A quick nap, and then afterward he'll be clear-headed enough to figure out what to do...
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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.
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Realizing he was somewhere decidedly not Snowy and Windy, he looked up and around him with a questioning noise. "Where... am I?"
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"Good, you're up," he said, voice soft but cheerful. He didn't want to frighten the little guy, after all. "I guess you fell asleep at my door. This is my house - and I'm Hunk. How are you feeling?"
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"I guess I did. I was looking for shelter from the storm, and- and I guess it was your porch, then." He turned a little so he could see him better, looking up. "I'm Gobo, and..." He paused, assessing just that. "Well, my head hurts a little, and I'm still kinda chilly, oh but nowhere near where I was before, eh? I would've been one frosty Fraggle, otherwise!"
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"What is that-?"
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He fell silent then, though it was only to settle back, pulling the blanket up around his shoulders. He set to looking around the house, taking everything in.
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By the time Hunk comes to check on him again, he'll find Gobo sitting on the floor with all kinds of books stacked around him, including some from the higher shelves don't ask me how. He looks almost like a mysterious little monk figure, with the blanket up like a "hood" and draped around his shoulders, currently paging through a mindfulness book; though just about everything else is piled around him, some of them still open to wherever he'd looked last.
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He took a seat just beyond the circle of books. "I was given that book by a friend of mine. It's been really helpful - I tend to stress a lot."
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"But I'd always turn it around, either by going out and doing what makes me me, like exploring, or I'd hang out with my friends! Maybe sing a little song, or play a game to get my mind off it. All stuff I've seen in this book."
Gobo idly flipped a page, though he wasn't really reading it. "I'm glad it's been able to help you out, especially since a friend gave it to you in the first place. That makes it extra important."
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"Thanks, Gobo. You're absolutely right."
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Gobo closed the book, though he rested a reverent hand on the cover. "Sure, you're a lot bigger than we are, and have different holidays, and customs, and you all work too hard. But you also make wonderful music, just like Fraggles do! And- and make pretty clothing, and paintings, and you have games and festivals of your own, and it's great! We Fraggles, well, we don't have much occasion to come out of the ground very often, but I'm glad I did. I've made some wonderful friends I wouldn't have met otherwise, and I've learned so many things."
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"Hey, thanks. I mean..." Was that weird? To thank someone for a general compliment to one's own species? Ah... "Well, you know what I mean. I'm glad you're having fun up here, Gobo - and I'm glad you came to my porch."
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"That's kinda what seeing those," and he pointed at a lamp, "through the snow felt like. I knew someone was here. Maybe at the time I didn't have any plans for getting inside, but 'someone here' means warmth. And that's why I came up."