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

[thewisdomwithin]

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?"

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[scattered_rose]

"Sure. We hear a lot about you from Gobo, for one." Shifting Mokey to one arm, he scooped up the other Fraggle with the other by looping it around his waist and pulling him in. "For another, I heard him say your name like, half a dozen times. 'Mow-kee.' She's right. It's cute." The playful, teasing grin only widened when he focused his full attention on Gobo. "By the way, that's a good look for you."