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[strikesachord]

Step, ow, step, ow, step ow...

Everything still ached following the Wembley-induced spill Gobo had taken down the steps around the hill at Fraggle Home. Sure, Boober - once he'd taken over - was great with healing, but the fall had only happened a couple of days ago - that was the day he'd originally been intending to see Chris, too. Better late than never...?

Once he'd made it down the hall in the apartment building, he raised his right hand to knock on the door, sighed as he realized he couldn't do that right now, and then gingerly knocked with his left hand instead.

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[beingthecreature]

Ahh, the Fraggle Knock. Never quite knew when it was coming, but it was welcome nevertheless. Polishing off the rest of his sandwich, Chris brushed the crumbs off his hands and got up, heading toward the door- he paused, tilted his head and flared his nostrils a bit. That... was a weird scent...

So, he wasn't all that surprised when he opened the door to find an injured Fraggle, though the severity of it caught him a little off-guard. WHO it was didn't, but...

"Gobo!" He stepped aside, letting him in. "What the hell happened?"