starlightcafe | Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs.

Entry tags:

Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs.

It was the perfect kind of day for not knowing where she was. Mokey was perfectly happy, sitting with Gobo cuddled up to her, her arm around him as she nuzzled her snout into his hair. It was just incredibly peaceful, and calming, and something about the fact that she had no idea where they were just added to all of that. Besides, Gobo knew, and that was plenty. Mokey? She liked to go with the flow, and take things as they came.

She sat up a little - she kept adjusting her position just a bit, so her back wouldn't be sore - and brought her hand up, running her fingers through Gobo's hair. "So soft," she observed with a little giggle. It didn't have the lovely length of Red's hair, but it was softer. Red's hair tended to partway break in places, from constantly being tied up in ribbons. Still, Mokey loved Red's hair, too. It was so fun to fashion it in different ways.

"...Oh." That was a good idea, actually. "Gobo, darling?"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Aha!" It was a triumphant cry, and Mokey leaned back with a smile. "There we go! That's the first one done... I'd say at least two more, now."

And back to it she went.

First one??

"That's- great, Mokey."

Mokey continued to braid - which was definitely more tugging and pulling than anything else at this point. Her eyes narrowed as she worked, and it was about halfway through the third braid that she hit a knot in Gobo's hair.

"Gosh, Gobo, what have you been doing?"

"I don't-" Wince "-know, Mokey. I usually ignore my hair."

He's tempted to remove it after this.

"Well, don't worry, I'll get this out, and then I can finish the last braid."

Except... That might be easier said than done, judging by the amount of pulling that was going on as she worked at the knot.

A bristle went up through him, and his tail beat the ground a few times in rapid succession before he flinched down, bringing his hands up in the same moment and grabbing her wrists.

"MOKEY!" Too hard. Sharp exhale, softer now. "Mokey... That hurts."

"O-Oh," Mokey said. Her tone was soft, but her eyes were wide with concern. "Gobo, I didn't realize I was- I'm sorry," she sighed. "I would never have done that intentionally."

"I know you wouldn't have." He glanced back to give her a smile, hopefully letting her know it really was okay, before he sighed a bit and looked up. Raising his hands, it wasn't hard to find the knot she'd mentioned, and he started attempting to- ow -to tease it out himself.

"I guess I just don't have enough hair to braid well."

Mokey returned the smile with a little nod.

"I guess you don't," she agreed, sheepishly. Her tail snaked around to tap against his leg; a gentle gesture to make up for the pain, in a way. "Well, not anymore - maybe when you were younger. You wore it longer."

He flopped his tail over hers, if only because his hands were currently busy. Y'know, he couldn't see what he was doing, but he bet he could clean some of these braids up-

"You remember that?"

Mokey giggled, all the while watching Gobo set to work on his own hair. "Well, sure! It suited you. But I imagine shorter hair is better for exploration - there's less that can get snared or caught."

Gosh, he really seemed to know what he was doing there, with those braids.

"Well it's not so much exploration, but it's better with my hats." A bit of a chuckle. "I don't think you knew me when I was little little, but I had a favorite hat and my hair would always get in my eyes or my ears because it was pressing it down so much. Besides, less hair just feels better when I've got somethin' else on my head, too."

"Aha!" Mokey laughed a bit, nodding. "That does make perfect sense." Something else, however, was more of a surprise. "You know, Gobo, for someone who ignores his hair..." She glanced up at his braidwork again. "...You really know what you're doing!"

"Hmm? Oh, no it's not because of hair." He chuckled some, finishing up what he was doing; he'd fixed Mokey's braids, and then had even added a few of his own. "Mostly from repairing ropes and stuff, it just translates super easily to something like this."

"Oh wow," Mokey breathed, beaming. "That's really wonderful, how you can use that skill for so many- Oh! Gobo!"

Her smile grew as she turned around in her seated position, so her back was to him. "Do you think you could braid my hair?"

He glanced up as he finished the last braid, watching her a moment. Then he smiled and got to his feet, facing her.

"Sure, Mokey! Sit tight." A moment of considering, then he started work. "I've got just the idea in mind."

"Okay, Gobo! Thank you!" She was certainly excited to see what he wound up doing with her hair. Also, while he was gentle, it certainly tickled off the bat. She giggled some more, though she was doing her best to sit still.

He giggled some when she did, with a mock-chastising "Mokey..." before he continued his work. A braid from one side, a braid from the other, and he secured them in the middle and let the rest flow freely into her hair. Stepping back, he studied for a moment, then moved to where his pack was nearby.

"Hold on, I've got just the perfect thing!" Gobo knelt and started rooting around. "I picked them up in the park this morning, should still be mostly okay..."

"Gobo Fraggle, you're not going to put radishes in my hair, are you?" Mokey teased, before she turned to glance over her shoulder at what he really was getting out - oh!

"Gobo, they're lovely!"

"This coming from someone who wore a radish for a few weeks there." He snickered, as he stood and walked back over to her, holding a few blossoms pulled from a side pocket. True to his word they were indeed mostly okay. One was handed to Mokey to hold, and he started working the rest into the braids.

"There! I don't have a mirror or anything, but maybe we can get someone to make a picture later."

"Yes, but not in my hair," Mokey pointed out matter-of-factly, but not without a wry little grin. She took the flower she was offered with a softer smile, and took a deep smell of it.

"I'm sure we can," she said, twirling the flower in her hand. "Or, I think we passed a river earlier. I heard the water running. But there's no rush, I'm sure it looks lovely - thank you, Gobo."

"I dunno, I think a walk sounds nice right about now." He smiled, leaning to nuzzle her cheek a moment. "What do you think?"

Mokey made a light, purring-like sound at the nuzzle, and reached up to pat Gobo's shoulder.

"I think it would be great. It should have been..." She paused, glancing around with her head titled slightly. "That way, I think!"

Gobo listened for a moment as well, then giggled a bit and took her hand, helping her up. "'Pukka pukka'; I think you're right. Let's go!" A moment spent to put his pack back in order and shouldered it, then he walked along at her side, twining his tail around hers.

Humming a light, almost ethereal sort of tune as they went, Mokey walked along - occasionally speaking up to observe a beautiful color here or there. As they got closer to the sound of rushing water, she smiled.

"It really is just a lovely little grove, isn't it?"

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject