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“Hey, G?”
Grian opened his eyes and peeked over the side of the Entity, upon which he’d been basking in the sun. He didn’t have to look to know who it was, but he couldn’t resist the chance to admire his partner. Scar looked back up at him with his signature grin and Grian beamed back without even thinking about it.
“What’s up, Scar?” he asked, flapping his wings as he jumped down from his boulder. He came closer and noticed that Scar was holding something, some kind of letter with a red and gold seal. It looked familiar.
“I think I got your mail by mistake.” Scar chuckled, tucking a strand of long dark hair behind one of his pointy ears. He held out the letter and Grian took it, inspecting the seal. It showed an image of a baby zombie wearing a crown and riding on a chicken while brandishing a sword. Recognition flooded through Grian and he let out a laugh of his own.
“Scott sent out the invites today, huh?” He turned the letter over, answering his own rhetorical question as he spotted the familiar handwriting in teal ink. “Nope, this definitely isn’t a mistake. Scott’s MCC invites always get to the right person, no matter where they are. They would have found us in the Void if we were still there. Still haven't learned how he does it and he refuses to tell me. It's infuriating.”
Scar’s brows furrowed in confusion. “But, if this isn’t yours, then-” Grian watched the realization dawn on his partner as a wide smile began to spread across Scar’s face. “This is for me? I’m finally gonna get to play?”
Grian leaned against Scar’s side, wrapping a wing around his shoulders. “Only one way to know for sure.” He broke the seal and pulled the slip of paper from the envelope. Grian unfolded it and held it between them so Scar could read the letter as well. He saw the exact moment that Scar’s emerald eyes lit up with jubilant glee at the sight of his own name on the paper.
“I did it!” Scar cried triumphantly. And before Grian knew it, Scar had picked him up and was twirling him around. Scar was laughing and Grian was too, because if there was anyone happier for Scar than himself, it was him.
“You did it!” Grian parroted with just as much genuine enthusiasm. Then Scar was pulling him down to kiss him and Grian’s wings fluttered in delight. “You deserve this more than anyone,” he murmured once they’d broken apart. Scar had set his feet back down on the ground, but was still holding him close against his chest.
All of a sudden, Scar’s smile slid off his face, replaced with an expression that Grian rarely saw on him. Scar looked at the ground and his mouth was pinched at its corners. He looked unsure.
“Scar? What’s wrong?” Grian asked gently.
“Well, if I got a letter, and they always find the right person, and you didn’t get one…” Scar trailed off and sighed. “I’m still excited, of course I am, this is an absolutely a-may-zing thing, but…I guess I just always imagined my first MCC would be with you. Whether we were on a team together or competing against each other, I never thought that I’d be doing it without you. I’m sorry, that probably sounds stupid.”
Grian placed his hands on Scar’s shoulders. “That’s the furthest thing from stupid. That's very sweet, actually. I would love to play in MCC with you someday. Just because we can’t do it this time doesn’t mean it will never happen. C’mon, we’ve got to have some more faith in Scott and the rest of Noxcrew than that.”
“I guess that’s true,” Scar agreed. Grian reached up to place a kiss on Scar’s forehead.
“I want you to have fun during your first MCC. And, Jellie and I will be watching you and cheering you on the whole time.” He peppered more soft kisses on Scar’s temple and cheeks, down his jawline and the corners of his lips, causing Scar to giggle.
“Pinky promise?” Scar asked, holding out his finger. Grian immediately linked their pinkies and they shook on it.
“How could I look away?”
“And people think I’m the sappy one,” Scar teased, but he pulled Grian in for another kiss all the same. Grian put his arms around his lover’s neck, while Scar’s hands settled on his waist. Grian’s wings folded around the both of them, shielding them from a world that he didn’t think deserved to witness this tender moment. “Guess I’d better win, since I’ve got someone to impress.”
Grian cupped Scar’s face in his hand and Grian couldn’t think of anything he’d ever held that was more lovely. “I’ve never not been impressed by you, love.”
“Oh, I wasn’t talking about you,” Scar replied, suddenly sporting a smirk that had Grian’s feathers threatening to puff up. “I was referring to Jellie. Really, G, your ego has been out of control lately-”
“Oh, shut up! I hope you get last place and die several times over!” Grian scoffed, pushing Scar away. He extended his wings and flew up to the top of the Entity again, crossing his arms in faux annoyance. He looked back down and cackled at his partner's overexaggerated pout.
“I thought you were impressed by me!” Scar called up to him.
“Impressed by your ability to be frustrating, maybe!” Grian shouted back. Void below, he was in love with the most obnoxious man in the universe, and the worst part was that Grian wouldn’t change a thing about him even if he could.