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starlightcafe2019-11-29 07:07 pm
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Living was a game. But now I seem to walk in dreams...
It shouldn't require any thought. This was just hanging out with her friend. Alone. Sure, the last time they'd done that, everything had gone wrong, and Gobo had nearly died. But it was okay, now. He was even due to try speaking again soon. And on the mend or not, Gobo was still Gobo. So why did Lexi feel uneasy and a little sick?
She arrived directly inside the Other Duckburg's manor, for once, and was relieved for having that much less to do or think about. She was directed to conservatory, not at all surprised to hear that's where Gobo was.
She arrived directly inside the Other Duckburg's manor, for once, and was relieved for having that much less to do or think about. She was directed to conservatory, not at all surprised to hear that's where Gobo was.
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Bowing to her with a grin, he walked out the door first, pausing on the stoop to wait for her to join him.
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He paused to sip thoughtfully at the soda (which usually got transferred to his elbow when he had to sign, at least the liquid lost earlier made it a bit lighter to hold awkwardly), looking out through the yard. Beyond, the city waited, and if Lexi were watching him, she would see the indecision cross his face. A- rare, these days? -hesitative moment for him. He stared a bit longer, then looked up at her.
"I know it's not very exciting, but wanna hang out in the garden?" Ah, there was the grin. "You can still get to sit, since you seem like you're really attached to that today."
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"If that's what you want, dude, sure."
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She didn't like this, and what was worse, she couldn't really get a read on how to handle this. Making a point of bringing it up, that would just make it worse, right? Or... Did Gobo need a push? She really had no idea.
She caught up with him, then passed to stand before him, crouching down to put both hands on his shoulders and look him in the eye as best he'd allow.
"What's up?"
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Signs a bit slower now, his gaze fairly firmly on the ground. "I just haven't yet..."
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She gave Gobo a single little nod as she stood back up. "I- Well-" But she didn't know where to go from there, so she just turned around and headed further into the garden.
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Once inside the garden, he found a spot to sit for a while. This wound up being something a bit high; one of the ivy walls had lattice work with large holes in it, enough for a Fraggle to scale up six feet or so, thread his legs through one and arms through another. There he sat, folding his arms and resting his chin atop them. At least a third space beneath him provided a little personal amusement, ticking his tail back and forth through it.
Yes, this spot would do nicely. He could see Lexi, his hands were free enough to sign whenever he needed to, and he was high up. It didn't take much for him to figure why he wanted to be high, but that wasn't exactly something he felt like elaborating on even if he were to be asked.
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So Lexi just sat, her back to the wall of ivy, and stared ahead.
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So, a little while into her sitting there, she's going to get boofed in the head a few times by his tail, innocently swinging back and forth. Oops didn't see you there, Lex.
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Wait a second.
"Gobo!" Lexi whirled around, beaming - laughing from relief, and genuine amusement on top of it. "Gobo!"
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"...I.. didn't mean to say that."
His tail pulled a bit again. Let go...? Please?
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When she finally managed to speak, her eyes were brimming with tears, and it was impossible even for her to know if it was from laughing that hard or from the joy.
"It's good to hear your voice," she said, managing to speak clearly for nearly the whole sentence before dissolving into giggles again. "No more hanging around Unca Scrooge for you. Or Huey, or-!" There was, honestly, no shortage of people Gobo could have picked up on that habit from, but giggles ate the rest of the list.
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But how GOOD it felt to be using his voice!
"...guess I just needed a little push." A soft snicker. "Or a pull."
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Still... Voice was just one thing, wasn't it? If Lexi asked if he wanted to leave the yard, honestly.. he wouldn't know his answer.
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