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goofy little sketch of one (1) mr fredrick herman jones of scoobert doo fame, everyone....... i love him...hes so silly. )':

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When the word ‘disguise’ came out of her mouth the random outfits she’d chosen throughout the day made more sense. Still, looking at what she wore now made him worry about the people she was interviewing and if she was safe. He also couldn’t help but to not look away as he analyzed her outfit again. “Right, disguises.” He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest and rose a brow. “I suppose you’re right. You have to change it up to blend in with the people you’re interviewing. Still, I don’t understand how putting some sexy dress on is going to help you get answers for something.” He shook his head. “No, no. It’s a good idea,” he assured her. “I guess my concern is where you’re investigating and if you’re going to be safe or not.”

Daphne huffed again, feeling both gratitude and slight annoyance. Fred was staring, that was a sure thing, but it wasn’t because she looked good. It was because he was trying to figure out the point of her outfit still. “Clearly, you underestimate the power of a good-looking outfit. You’d be surprised what kind of answers I get just by wearing a sexy dress.” She crossed her arms over her chest instead. She wasn’t mad at him or anything. In fact, him saying he cared had her heart doing backflips in her chest. All she could ever want is to know that Fred cared. But she could handle herself just fine and she was eager to prove that not just to Fred, but to the rest of the gang too. “You don’t have to be concerned, Fred. I can handle myself just fine. I’m not going to put myself in a position that I can’t handle.” That was partly true. Her issue was that she felt like she could handle just about any situation she got herself in. “I’m gonna change now, ‘kay?”

#💜 now who's the damsel in distress? || interactions.#fred.#let us try this again

@frdzilla location: ye royal discount putt hutt

coraline didn’t even know the last time she went mini golfing. she was probably still a kid, back when her parents did something with her, and she can’t remember it going south so she must’ve had fun. it felt insanely right that fred asked to meet him here of all places, so she was trying not look into it too much. he probably just needed someone to play with and since she lived in coolsville he picked her. nothing special or more from it. as she waited she messed with her hair. it was getting long and she wasn’t really sure it was the vibe anymore, but she wasn’t going to just hack it off right now.

as she was about to tear into her appearance some more, she saw the person she was waiting for in question and looked up at him. “well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” she said with a chuckle. “are you going to tell me why we are here now?”

#🗝 i almost fell down a well yesterday mom || interactions.#fred.

this is a funny enough joke on its own but

#fred.#distext

@frdzilla location: the Frederickson mansion

When Coraline first had seen the gossip post, her heart had sank. She didn’t know why she was feeling this way when she never really knew how she felt about Fred. She felt like she had no right to feel as....jealous as she did. But at the same time maybe she did. It was very hard to think on and doing so stressed Coraline out to no end, but she was determined to figure it out someday. Until then she busied herself in the Pink Palace and doing what she could to just not be involved with herself or her mind.

But the dreams were damning. Always terrifying but now it was if her feelings were front and canter. She had to figure this out. She had to go out and seek the answers. But most importantly she wanted to know that Fred was okay. He was a good guy and he was probably not taking any of it well. So she went to his place, knocked on the large door hinge and hoped someone would answer. She had gotten him some comic books on her way and a bottle of liquor in the other. Maybe this wasn’t his thing, but she had to try.

“Fred, please open up...”