IC Inbox - forgottentales

[gobetween]

Here is where you can leave postcards messages, journal notes, gifts, or play out one-on-one threads springing off any of those. If it's mail, this is where you stick it.

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[forachange]

[That little show of humility made Wembley smile - it was charming.]

I know.

[A chuckle.]

They don't make friends more best than us, do they?

[gobetween]

They sure don't!

[A scruffle of his hair, and he grinned.]

I'm glad you're here, Wembley. It makes this amazing place even better.

[forachange]

Careful, my flowercrown!

[Said with a laugh - he couldn't care less.]

Thanks! I'm glad I'm here, too, Gobo.

[gobetween]

[He smiled at him a moment, then it grew to a rather teasing grin.]

Right, lemme fix that flower crown.

[And by "fix" he meant "remove it entirely and hang it off Wembley's nose."]

It goes there, right?

[forachange]

[He sputtered a bit with laughter.]

Gobo!

[Not that he was making any attempt to remove it, mind.]

[gobetween]

[He snorted into fuller laughter himself, lasting a few wonderful moments before he shook his head, and started stacking the maps up.]

Yaknow, I'm starting to get hungry, and now that I think about it I didn't even get breakfast. Got distracted.

[What with the gift and the flowers and the beaning and all.]

You wanna join me?

[forachange]

[Still laughing a bit as he put his flower crown back on properly, Wembley then nodded.]

Sure, that sounds great!

[Every adventure needs to be fueled by a hearty meal, after all, but Wembley was realizing he'd be just as happy to hang around all day. Often - back home - Gobo was exploring, be that with Wembley, the whole group, or on his own.]

[gobetween]

[Sure, at home he was often exploring, and that hadn't changed much around here. Plus he and Wembley already had tentative plans to start doing the same thing together here. But really, it was nice just being with another Fraggle, especially one he knew as closely as this one, and with that he knew they wouldn't have to be exploring to have fun- they could just hang out with absolutely nothing ahead of them, and he'd be happy.

Food was pulled from his stores and split up between the two of them, with the conversation ranging just about everywhere. Exploring, a brief check of the black eye- yep, what a shiner -different memories from the Rock, and whatever else occurred to them.

Yeah. This right here? This was all he could've wanted.]