Gobo was ready to protest. Fraggle Home was his- their responsibility, and he would take care of this as soon as he could... But that same need to look out for the others also meant he didn't want anyone else getting hurt while he was healing.
"Yeah, Chris, thanks. That'd be great." He reached down to itch his right leg through the bandages, not that it did a whole lot of good. "Really, though. How're you doing?"
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"Yeah, Chris, thanks. That'd be great." He reached down to itch his right leg through the bandages, not that it did a whole lot of good. "Really, though. How're you doing?"