But I ask you please, don't fence me in.

[talkyourwayout]

"I'm doing this for money, I'm doing this for money," Louie reminded himself under his breath, as Dunlin gummed on his hand. Sure, he may not be as driven by greed as he once was, but it was still nice to be on the payroll of - one of - the richest ducks in the world. Nothing wrong with having some extra spending money, and all that. Still, he was getting impatient waiting for Gobo to wake up. Impatient, and pretty grossed-out.

"How does one tiny little guy have so much drool in him?" he muttered, then sighed with relief when Dunlin let go of his hand. Louie got up and grabbed for a sheet off the roll of paper towels over the sink - he hadn't torn it off, though, when he heard a familiar voice crying out wordlessly. He gasped and ran to check on his friend, without letting go of the paper towel - sheets trailed after him until one finally ripped away from the roll. He arrived in the sitting room to see Gobo tumble off the couch and onto the floor, limbs a tangled mess in the blanket he'd been sleeping beneath. When the Fraggle came to his senses, the first thing he may see was Louie leaning over him, looking concerned.

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[gobetween]

He huffed, tail flicking behind him.

"Louie, I thank you for your concern, but I can handle it! It's just a nightmare, it'll go away!"

Facing Louie and thus the doorway, he saw Scrooge a moment before he cleared his throat, and Gobo glanced away with a guilty flush.