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Tuesday: Grooovy Tunes

Charlie had had a long and satisfying, if exhausting, weekend back home, but she was glad to be back in Fandom. She'd sat in to play with a punk Country band, so she was playing some of those songs in case they wanted her to play again with them sometime.

The stereo wasn't particularly happy with this development and kept inserting loud blares of marching music, but Charlie wasn't sure it hurt with this particular type of music.

In any case, Charlie was here and happy and Groovy Tunes was open!

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Well, that certainly did its job in dispelling the evil clutches of self-doubt from Graham's mind, as he met Charlie's reaction with an incredibly pleased and beaming smile, before ducking his head and doffing his cap in a grateful bow. "Thank you!" he said, beaming still as he then fitted his cap tightly back into place again. "I've been practicing! I think I've really got it down, but if you have notes, I am open to constructive criticism!"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say a criticism, but I do particularly like your cape swirling," Charlie said. "I'd find ways to add in more of that."

"More cape swirling," Graham repeated, clearly taking note with a nod, and a confident grin. "Got it! Shouldn't be a problem, it's got some great swirl to it, and you're absolutely right, it should be showcased more! My mom worked really hard on it, so it deserves to be highlighted."

"It is a truly beautiful cape," Charlie agreed. "Your mom did an amazing job. I wish I had a cloak that beautiful."

"I could ask her to make one for you!" Graham offered, immediately jumping on the opportunity to do something like that for Charlie. "She could probably even do the thing with the pockets for you! I mean, maybe, it all depends on how much fabric she'll have, but she could probably even do it in any color you'd want, too! As a matter of fact--"

Well, whatever else Graham was going to add to that was going to have to be left a mystery, as, mid-sentence, all of a sudden, there was suddenly a lot less Graham in front of Charlie, and a lot more of a squeaking little bandicoot where Graham used to be.

The continued, expressive squeaking and helpful paw gestures might have suggested that Graham did not even yet realize that he was suddenly much smaller, furrier, and squeakier.

"That would be - Graham?"

Charlie's response cut off mid-word as Graham suddenly became a ... well, Charlie didn't know what he becamse, but he was awfully small and furry and adoarable.

She quickly bent down to scoop him up. "Grahams, you're just as adorable as a whatever you are, but I think I'd better get you up off the floor. Yes, yes, we can talk more about what your mom might be able to do when I can understand you a little better. This is just a Fandom thing, I think, people have been turning into animals all over, don't worry!"

Oh, no, no, Graham wasn't worried at all! And he squeaked as much to Charlie, although he wouldn't be surprised if she didn't understand; he didn't exactly recognize the language he was squeaking in right now, either! But he was going to assure her that, yes, this was something that just happened here, and it had actually happened to him before! Only the last time it happened to him, he'd turned into a goose! He didn't know why he'd turned into something else this time, and he wasn't quite sure what he was either, but he was looking at his paws speculatively, and deciding he must be some kind of rodent, and when he looked back over at Charlie, his big ears twitched a little and he sniffed with his snout and squeaked out a thanks, because her in her hands was much better than down on the floor, that was for sure!

Oh, he was going to like it even better when she rigged up a sling for him so she could carry him all snugged into her chest!

But for now she listened to him intently, and delighted that this - she really was going to have to look it up and find out what he was - but that whatever he'd turned into he was still so completely Graham.

And that last... "Thanks! I'll bet that was a thanks!" she grinned cheerfully. "And I'll make sure Triumph is taken care of too! I don't think he'll mind if I do!"

Oh, Graham could just die a happy little bandicoot, to be all nuzzled up in a sling against Charlie's chest! Hopefully, he wouldn't actually, but he would be contented enough for it, either way!

Somehow, Graham managed to give his best bandicoot version of a proud thumbs up at how quickly Charlie seemed to be picking up all his various squeaks and chirps, and then followed it up with another eager thank you, and a reassurance that Triumph wouldn't mind at all! Triumph, after all, adored Charlie, almost as much as Graham did!

And if bandicoots could blush, then this bandicoot was doing just that and scratching behind his ear a little bit in sheepish relief that Charlie hadn't started to understand this language nearly enough to have caught him saying that!

Rest easy, Graham, Charlie wasn't quite that good, though she wouldn't have minded at all if she did figure it out. As it was, she got enough of it to know he was happy she'd check on Triumph and that Triumph would be happy too.

She took a moment to do a quick search on her phone. "Ooooh, you're a bandicoot. Or maybe a bandicute," Charlie teased him.

There was no mistaking that the little squeaks out of Graham now were meant to be a big, appreciative laugh, little paws on his belly with the force of it, because that really was a good one! And then he was basically just looking up at Charlie with his big round bandicoot eyes all shiny with awe and appreciation and being just a little over the moon over her calling him cute, especially since he was pretty confident that she hadn't even just said it in service of a great pun.

If there'd been any doubt that Graham could understand her, his reaction to her pun wiped them out. And his confidence in her meaning was not misplaced. She did think he was awfully cute.

"Okay then!" Charlie spun him around. "We're going to have a great time while you're a bandicoot cutie. Starting with an afternoon of song, followed by a trip to see Triumph and a delicious bandicoot safe dinner!"

The snuggling in bed later was simply a bonus.

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