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Wiping the sweat from his forehead Grian stands, admiring and criticizing his first shop and starter base; The Entity! He quietly notes things he could fix about the outside but that would have to happen later. Grian wanted to move his stuff in, he’s been sleeping outside for too long!
As Grian enters The Entity he quickly realizes how much bigger it feels inside. Odd but hey! That means the store will feel less cramped! It’s only when much much later that Grian notices the heartbeat and the way the floor pulsed under him. By then, it doesn’t unsettle him as it would had he noticed it sooner.
Grian begins the mindnumbing task of moving in. Vaguely organizing his chest monster, setting up his bed, Finding himself in an upstairs he didn’t build and shouldn’t be possible, making furniture, you know; the usual!’
Later when Grian playfully waxes Mumbo’s copper, giggling as he runs away and comes back to what he notices to be more moss he can’t help but feel… Angry. Enraged that someone would dare touch The Entity! When he notices how unnecessary this anger is he shakes his head, subconsciously attempting to shake it out of his head.
And when he notices how similar these thoughts feel, it’s already too late.
Grian brushes himself off, resolving that maybe he just hasn’t had enough sleep. Void knows that during that moon thing last season he didn’t get enough sleep. Not like he ever really had a good sleep schedule anyway. It was worth a shot he figured. He’d grab a snack and a drink on his way up to bed as well, just to cover all his bases.
Maybe being within Their realm for too long messed with him and he just needed a moment to adjust to being and feeling safe again. Yeah. That had to be it.
As Grian walked up the stone stairs that he hadn’t remembered building with a piece of toast and glass of water in hand he yawned, confirming his suspicions. When he woke up he’d make sure he took a shower and preened his wings if he still didn’t feel right. After the mycelium incident, he was going to make extremely sure that nothing like that happened again. He would never feel like a prisoner of his own body and home ever again.
When he closes his eyes after laying down he distinctly ignores the feeling of staring. His mind simply had to be playing tricks on him, the whole reason he was going to bed in the first place.