starlightcafe | Give me one and give me two, cover me with muck and goo.

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Give me one and give me two, cover me with muck and goo.

The birthday campout hadn't quite gone as planned, but it had fueled Lexi and Gobo's friendship enough that, when the idea of a do-over came up, Lexi ultimately agreed to it. After all, she'd only spent a few hours outside on Gobo's birthday. That had been over a week ago, too.

And the first day of the trip hadn't been too bad, she had to admit. They'd picked a different place this time, a spot outside the Other Duckburg where Louie had suggested there might be arrowheads to be found that she could sell for a pretty good price. Sure, the craggy landscape had left Lexi a little concerned about sleeping comfortable, but once she was in her sleeping bag that night, she'd actually been out like a light.

She slept in late the next morning, too, even through several minutes of someone calling her for help... But when the cries did get through to her mind, she awoke with a jolt.

"Gobo? Oh man!" She scrambled out of the sleeping bag and made her way toward the source. It couldn't have just been a relaxed, lucrative little trip, now could it? Great.

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She shook her head, almost instinctively, then stopped with wide eyes when she realized what she was doing.

"...No, it doesn't matter."

She uncurled from in on herself, letting her legs relax too. For a moment, she could just stare at Gobo, and then... She started to laugh. Slowly at first, but with increasing excitement.

"No, it doesn't matter!"

His smile was bright as he watched her click the conclusion together. Man, that sort of thing never got old, did it?

"There you go! Do what you wanna do, even if others may not agree."

She nodded, smiling widely. "Thank you for helping me see it, Gobo."

He settled down again, his smile sweet.

"That's my job."

She sighed - a lot of sighing that afternoon, but that one had been deeply content.

"This feels right, Gobo."

He nodded, and his pride was evident in that look of his.

"When I've got all this gunk outta my fur in like, two days, remind me I owe you a hug."

"I will," Lexi snickered. "I mean, you know I'm not the sort to just let a debt slide."

He snickered some himself and nodded.

"Yeah, no I know." Shifting back some in the bath, he waved a hand. "Can you get me a towel? I'm about ready to get out and get all of this stuff off me. You can't even begin to imagine how gross I feel right now."

Lexi smiled and nodded. "Sure thing, Gobo. And no, I probably can't imagine how you feel right now - but why would I want to?" she snarked, as she got up.

"Don't. You'll thank yourself for it."

Once the towel was retrieved, he unfolded it and held it out straight. Carefully stepping out, he wrapped it around his lower half and tucked it into itself, standing atop a mat on the floor for any further drip.

"I guess.. let Uncle Scrooge know the bath can be switched to regular soap and water now? I'll need help with that."

She scoffed playfully. "Already treating me like one of your subjects, huh? Wow, Gobo." A quick wink confirmed that she was joking, and then she went to find Scrooge.

He quietly mocked her words behind her back, but rolled his eyes with a smile and settled back to wait. Scrooge returned shortly and with his help, the old bath was taken care of and a regular soap, water, shower set up for him. That itself took a good few minutes just to make sure he got every last bit of tar out of his fur, which was plenty of time for Scrooge to scrounge up the clothes to be left for him.

Which were, now washed and dried, Gobo's focus of complaint. He'd been given a simple shirt and an old pair of pajama pants; the shirt was fine but the pants were ill-fitting, baggy around the hips and gathered in several folds around his ankles. It wasn't quite the fit that had his focus though, as he balanced on one foot, holding the material out a bit at the thigh.

"Look I know a lot of fur's gone but do I have to-?"

The look from Scrooge left no argument, though as the old duck walked away Gobo couldn't help but sigh some. He started headed toward the main sitting room, walking a little awkwardly, like a more minor version of a dog wearing socks for the first time.

...Alright, so part of that was the fit of the Duck-sized pants, if only because he had to hold them up off his feet to walk in the first place.

Lexi was present for most of this, and she had a good laugh when she saw Gobo in the pants. Naturally, her first order of business was to take some pictures, but from there she was quiet as she followed him move - slowly - for the other room.

Once they'd arrived there, though-

"That was really entertaining to watch."

He snorted, giving her an eyeroll.

"I'm not used to pants, alright?"

She snorted, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, that's what makes it funny- Don't explain the joke, Gobo."

He gave her a look, then turned to the couch as he approached it. Climbing up was a little interesting, if only because he briefly slipped on one cuff and went down, hitting his chin in the seat cushion.

Man, this was going to be a drag.

Another snort, though this one quickly shifted into full-on laughter.

"Dude! How are you so bad at this?"

He remained in his end-in-the-air position for a moment or two, tail ticking back and forth angrily. Then he braced his toes on the edge of the frame and lifted his hips, hiking the legs up higher. Once that was done he flopped over and scooted backwards until he was sitting properly.

"I'm not used to it! Besides, it'd be better if they fit, eh? But these were all Uncle Scrooge had on hand."

Lexi's eyes flicked over the green pajama bottoms, and she slowly smiled.

"Yeah, well, I'm guessing he had two more pairs, but Unca Scrooge is a sap," she said, fondly, as she plucked at the lower hem on one of the legs.

"Yeah, he said these belonged to the nephews." A light snicker. "You know Uncle Scrooge, never throws anything away."

Lexi rolled her eyes a bit, though her smile remained right in place. "No, he doesn't. It's part of how he stays rich, I guess, but it also totally misses the point of being rich. Sucks that way."

There's another laugh. "I dunno, it seems to work for Uncle Scrooge."

"It totally works," Lexi admitted, "but a big appeal of being rich is lots of new, nice stuff."

"Isn't buying a lot of stuff how you stop having money? I know whenever Perdita would give me anything for the city she'd point out how there was only so much of it."

"First of all, I'm kind of surprised you understand even that much about it... And, well yeah, but it's also something you need money to do!"

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