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Much like Cleopatra, nightmares weren't something that Fraggle often had to deal with. Even on the nights where he wasn't able to sleep soundly, it wasn't really as a result of nightmares. Rather, his mind was just too cluttered with thoughts, keeping him awake until he finally forced himself to wander and tire himself out. The closest he had ever gotten to a true nightmare wasn't really negative, or unpleasant. Instead, they were usually just odd dreams, where he didn't feel like himself for some reason. His surroundings were never that of The Golden Eye's territory. Instead, the air felt thick and humid, and there was always muck beneath his paws. The dreams were always so fuzzy, however, that he had no idea of where he could be, or what the context was. Still, they were just dreams, so the rabbit often thought little of them, figuring it was just his mind tossing random passing thoughts together into a confusing jumble.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though Damion got to be quite so relaxed. Fraggle had bee out on one of his late night walks when he heard the other's shout, his feathered ears twitching as his gaze snapped over to the other's home. He was initially hesitant to go over, not wanting to interrupt if Damion was doing something less than savory. Cleo's approach was what eventually drove him to head over, however. While the feline's presence did absolutely nothing to soothe him – quite the opposite, in fact – her asking about things first filled him with a sense of confidence. So, once he had hopped over in front of the other's door, he called out, "Damion? Is it alright if I come in? I heard the shouting too..." He didn't just head in like Cleopatra had, not wanting to be rude. If Damion just wanted to be left alone, then Fraggle would be glad to allow him that.

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Cautious. Fraggle liked being cautious. It was pretty much a necessity of his life, considering how small and vulnerable he was in pretty much... all cases. This time was no different. Although the boy would've liked to just trust that Damion had no ill-intent, he couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. The dark chuckling, and the odd, stilted way the other was speaking... it all just screamed threat to Fragglerock. So much so that he even glanced over at Cleopatra to see if she perhaps felt the same. He knew the other disliked him – hated him, really – but even she had to see that something was wrong, right? However, she seemed to be ignoring him, something which wasn't exactly unusual. Part of him almost hoped Damion attacked her, but he shoved that part down, not liking that particular line of thinking. He wasn't a mean-spirited person like that. Not like her.

Taking a particularly shaky breath inwards, the young rabbit moved to hop inside, glancing around momentarily before he spoke, "Uh... like I said, I heard the shouting too. Is something wrong? You're not hurt, right?" His entire body was tense as he spoke, ready to cut and run at the very first sign of danger that arose. At least if Damion was hurt, that would mean Fraggle would have an excuse to dart off and go grab someone with medical knowledge, like Aesior. Anything to get away from this dangerous situation, really.

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