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]

It had been a bleary day- had been a bleary couple of days, honestly. He just couldn't get to sleep nor stay asleep, not with- so much on his mind. As of late he'd taken to falling asleep in random places at random times, his body so worn out and demanding some quality downtime that he was liable to drop wherever or whenever. Today that'd been up in Scrooge's vegetable patch, right on top of a large pumpkin. That was where the old duck had found him and suggested, without much room to argue, that he try to get comfortable somewhere inside. Gobo hadn't been confident about that, but he was game to try anyway.

So he'd gotten settled on a couch in one of the spare rooms, given a blanket and a small pillow, and left alone. He lay there just staring off for a while, until finally his eyelids got heavy and he snuggled into the covers.

The next thing he knew he was letting out a loud cry, at the same time trying to kick free of the blankets, which had wrapped themselves around him fairly tightly in some tossing and turning. The activity unbalanced him and sent him crashing down to the floor, where he lay there stunned a few seconds. Then he registered the shadow standing over him and reacted oddly, to Louie's POV anyway, by suddenly jerking back with a startled sound, fear in his eyes. He scrambled back, tripped over a coil of the blankets and went down again, where he lay with a soft, understated groan.