Gobo Fraggle (
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You can count on me for a helping hand.
From the moment the baby had born, Frizzle had become Gobo's pride and joy, and it really seemed that the feeling spread through all of the others, not just Mokey. And while Gobo appreciated everyone's love for their son, and all the help they offered, he couldn't help notice there was a bit less help when Frizzle woke up before dawn, screaming and crying.
He didn't blame them, honestly, but it would have been nice... Ah, well.
He and Mokey were quite tired after a particularly bad string of nights, and Gobo had insisted Mokey get some sleep now that the day had really begun. He'd take care of Frizzle, while the others were still catching up on their own sleep at the Manor. It wasn't even leadership duties... It was what a father did.
He was rocking Frizzle in his arms, hoping he could catch up on sleep as well, when he heard a knock on the door. Were the others back already- Maybe just Boober? Boober might knock, Wembley and Red never did.
"Come in!"
He didn't blame them, honestly, but it would have been nice... Ah, well.
He and Mokey were quite tired after a particularly bad string of nights, and Gobo had insisted Mokey get some sleep now that the day had really begun. He'd take care of Frizzle, while the others were still catching up on their own sleep at the Manor. It wasn't even leadership duties... It was what a father did.
He was rocking Frizzle in his arms, hoping he could catch up on sleep as well, when he heard a knock on the door. Were the others back already- Maybe just Boober? Boober might knock, Wembley and Red never did.
"Come in!"
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Then a tear splashed down, running off the end of his snout. Sucking in a breath, he carefully shifted Frizzle to cradle in one arm so he could pick up the other, using his sleeve to wipe at his eyes and stop any others going down.
"I'm- I'm alright- I just didn't expect- everything when I held him for the first time." He was trying to smile, but the rest of his expression looked so... troubled. There had to be more to it than that.
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"I know we've just met, really, but... I still know you, Gobo. What's wrong?"
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"I'm alright. Really I am. It just... kinda hit me all at once that I couldn't..." He paused to try and get ahold of his tears, coughing gently in his throat. "Y-you wouldn't know, but I'm not- like the Gobo you know, I'm a Mariggle, and Lexi is like that too..."
The softest laugh, part genuine part stress, as he looked down at the baby in his arms, lightly touching his face. "It's silly. Having a baby isn't the end result of anything, 'specially not for Fraggles... But holdin' Frizzle, it kinda sunk in who he is, and..."
And despite trying to stop them, more tears made their way down his snout, silently plinking down on the back of his hand and his arm as he rested it on the infant's stomach.
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She pressed a motherly kiss to the top of Gobo's head. "If it's sad for you, it's not silly at all. And I understand, I do." She kept her snout against his head for a long moment, just wanting to offer some comfort for a while.
When Mokey finally stood up straight, she looked at him with the tiniest hint of a smile. "You know, you and Lexi could still be parents," she pointed out.
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Then she said that, and he blinked and glanced up at her. "Really? How?"
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Because if the Lexi she knew was planning to use her Fraggle form to move to Fraggle Home, surely a Lexi who was romantically involved with a Fraggle had already made that transition.
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"I didn't know doctors could do stuff like that." He looked down at Frizzle, smiling as he cupped a finger up inside one of the baby's hands. When he grabbed on, Gobo's smile warmed.
"I'll be sure to give that idea to Lexi. Thanks, Mokey..."
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It was an interesting mix of feelings, to be so proud of how far Gobo - all of them, herself included - had come, while also feeling a strong pang of nostalgia for back then.
She might discuss it with Gobo, or Red, later. For now, she wanted this Gobo to keep enjoying the feeling of a hope so real one could almost reach out and grab it.
"I think you'd be a very loving, very good father. And I think you'd enjoy every moment of raising your child. Have you and Lexi ever discussed any of this?"
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"She's mentioned a pet once or twice, and I know that's not nearly the same thing a'course, but that's about as much as we've talked about future stuff with us. We just take it as it comes."
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"I think you should talk to her. Not everyone... Looks at Frizzle the way you do, Gobo. Oh, the others here do, of course, and everyone else has been so loving. But you- You need to be a father."
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"I do?"
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Mokey was Mokey.
"Yeah... Yeah, I guess so." A lightly confused head tilt. "But what do you mean, 'more, in a different way'?"
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"Yeah. Yeah, I think you're right, Mokey..." A faint, fond laugh. "You usually are."
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She patted Frizzle's head gently, and pressed a kiss to his snout, then smiled back up at Gobo. "And no matter what you and Lexi decide to do, I want you to come here whenever you'd like. You are always welcome with us. Frizzle has so much love, but more can only be good for him."
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"Why, I bet half the reason I am who I am- and, and your Gobo too..! -is because of you and everyone else. Because you all were there, to share my experiences and for me to bounce off of, I'm who I am because of that."
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"You cannot leave the magic."
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