Gorgug's over at the Manor enough that he knows he doesn't have to have someone to open the door for him before entering, but he knocks anyway, more out of habit than anything, and creaks the large stone doors open without waiting for an answer. Jawbone's in the kitchen cooking something that smells absolutely delicious. Gorgug pops his head through the archway to say hi, more to see if he can sneak a bite than to be polite.
"Hi, Jawbone," he says, and Jawbone turns around and gives him a big, wide wolf smile and waves his spatula at him.
"Hey, kiddo," Jawbone smiles, "Fig's up in her room. I'll call you kids down for dinner when it's ready."
"Okay," he replies, and doesn't move. Jawbone takes the hint, shaking his shaggy head in feigned disappointment. He flips a couple of prawn fritters onto a plate and passes it to Gorgug, tutting at him all the while.
"Thanks," says Gorgug, through a mouthful of fritter.
"Share those with the others, alright? I know you're a big guy but we're gonna eat in a few," Jawbone chides.
"Will do," Gorgug replies, already in the process of scarfing down half the plate. He snags a couple more fritters and slinks upstairs into the piano room.
A plume of clove smoke dramatically parts to reveal Fig straight jammin' on her bass guitar at the bottom of the piano room. She looks up from her music playing and grins up at Gorgug, gesturing for him to join her.
"Welcome to mi casa," she says. Gorgug points out that it's technically Jawbone's casa and she slaps his arm hard.
"I don't know how you haven't contracted lung cancer yet," he coughs.
"I'm a tough cookie," she puffs, "hand over them fritters."
Gorgug relents the fritter plate to her and she immediately gets crumbs all over her guitar.
"So," she says, after she's scarfed down a sufficient amount, "what's on your mind?"
"We're supposed to share those with everyone else," Gorgug replies, in a futile effort to dodge her question. Fig narrows her eyes and waggles a finger at him.
"Uh, uh, mister, you aren't getting away from me that easy," she frowns, "all this introspection, it ain't like you. What's clanging about in that big 'ole brain of yours?"
Gorgug heaves a big sigh. "I don't know. I might have a crush on Ragh."
Fig's eyebrows go way up. "Oh, no shit, Captain Obvious," she says. Gorgug blanches.
"Wait, how did you know!" he says incredulously. Fig guffaws loudly and slaps his arm again.
"C'mon, what kind of a friend do you take me for," she says, rolling her eyes, "I've seen how you act around people you like, you go all doughy. It's gross."
"Hey," he protests, "not like you're any better." Fig socks his arm a third time. It's becoming quite sore. "I just don't know what to do now." he adds helplessly, "And I don't even know if Ragh likes me like that. Or if Zelda is cool with, like, any of this."
Fig snorts and shakes her head. "Are you kidding me?" she says, "he totally has a thing for you, he's always giving you eyes and shit when you're in the house. Also, Zelda's pretty chill, I doubt she'd care very much as long as you're happy."
Gorgug groans and thuds his face into Fig's lap. "All this people stuff is making my brain hurt," he mumbles, voice muffled by her starchy ripped jeans. Fig sighs and ruffles his hair affectionately.
"Wanna take it out on my drums?" she offers. Gorgug nods weakly and accepts the drumsticks she thrusts at him.
"I love you," he says softly, wrapping his large frame around her, "you're my best friend." He feels Fig startle from the sudden hug then lean in, albeit begrudgingly. It makes him sad how unused to affection she is sometimes.
"Yeah, yeah, love you too, buddy." she says. She's rolling her eyes and patting his back halfheartedly, though her voice is tight.