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[3rd person limited pov]
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it had been a long, stressful, and particularly nightmarish day. it started with boober staying up all night due to some dreams that had really shook him up, then he missed breakfast because he wasnt keeping track of time, when he was doing laundry he kept on messing up due to his extreme exhaustion, he ended up being dragged along onto by far one of the groups most dangerous adventures yet (attempting to explore outer space-- boober had been mistaken for a plushie! it scared the life out of him..) and to wrap it all up, he got misgendered on his already horrific day! (not to mention he'd felt rather dysphoric already, way to make everything worse oldest fraggle in the world..)
he miserably curled up in his cave, whimpering softly as he fought the tears threatening to fall from his face. he attempted to take deep breaths to calm himself, but found it was nearly impossible. he felt like he was suffocating. which made him feel claustrophobic. which made him panic more. which made it more difficult to breathe. he felt so extremely dizzy and panicked he didnt even notice his name being called. or his name being shouted. or someone rushing towards him.
he had full on yelped when he felt someone embrace him in a hug. he couldnt hear them. and his eyes were shut so tight. the poor thing just curled in on himself and shook, cowering in fear.
suddenly, he felt fingers running through his hair. in an attempt to ground himself, he fully focused on the fingers combing through his hair. it was a very calming sensation. he heard someone reassuring him.
"shhh, you're okay boober, i've got you. breathe for me, can you do that?"
"..mo-okey" he croaked.
"im here boober, im here." she spoke so softly, like if she raised her voice any the poor fraggle would shatter.
she was swaying him gently as she cradled him in her arms. rubbing his back gently in circles and combing her fingers through his hair-- how long had his hat been off?
"is he okay..?" someone else spoke. boober could recognize that voice anytime. wembly.
he perked up a bit.
"wembly..?"
"hey buddy ol pal.." wembly sounded like he was trying to lift the mood, but he also sounded extremely concerned.
boober tried to get up, wanting wemblys company, but he found himself too weak and exhausted. mokey gestured for wembly to sit next to them. he did, albiet slowly.
boober scooted closer towards wembly, liking the warmth emitting from his closest friend (who he might be madly in love with)
the three of them spent the rest of the night like this, boober curled up inbetween his best friend and his adoptive mom. his day may have been bad, boober noted, but he could think about that later.
for now, peace, quiet, relaxation.