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It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair.
Scar had tried everything but still couldn’t seem to get himself out of the fog that enveloped his mind. Left him in a haze of worthlessness. A pit of despair, that wasn’t going away no matter what distractions he tried. No matter what task he forced himself to complete. He simply felt off.
He had a lack of building inspiration. No drive to finish up terraforming. And overall no motivation to do anything but stay in bed all day.
“Maybe you just need a break. You’ve been pushing yourself so hard Scar.” Grian insisted after Scar had complained about it all to him and Mumbo.
Mumbo who had just gotten back from a break due to a similar situation. “It’s fine to rest now and again.” Grian kept pushing the topic, even if Scar insisted that he was just a bit off, he didn’t need a break to get better.
“I know that just…” just it felt as though if he stopped he would never start back up again. Like if he didn’t push himself he would forget how to do any of his passions and then his talents would go to waste.
“Just nothing. You need to take a mental health break. It’s not good for you Scar.”
“I can’t just take weeks off like Mumbo did, I have projects to get done!” He hears the mentioned hermit give a sound of protest.
“Scar, just try for the day, see how it goes. You can take a single day off, can’t you?”
Scar could sort of agree to that, he supposed.
Mumbo claps his hands. “In fact we all will. Right Gri?”
“Right! It’s gonna be fun. Just a day to relax and to take care of you Scar.”
“You don’t need to do that guys. You two are busy and-“
“And nothing. You don’t get a choice in this mister.”
“Jeez,” Scar chuckled sheepishly. “Alrighty then.”
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He couldn’t regress and it was driving him insane.
“Grian!” He whined, coming, and flopping down next to the shorter man. “It’s not working.”
“I’m sorry kitten.” He runs a hand through the other hermits hair, trying to be comforting.
“Just wanna feel small, I feel like I’m taking up so much of your guy’s time.” Scar pouts.
“You’re not wasting our time.”
It was a suggestion from the both of them for Scar to try and regress to help take away some of the stress. A bunch of comfort items later he felt a little bit fuzzy but not small.
“Nothing’s working and I hate it.”
“Maybe try not focusing on it as much.” Mumbo suggested.
Scar gave him a pout. Yeah like that would work.
He fidgets with Grian’s sleeves, listening to the two chat he tries to not think too much, to just let his mind wander. Grian’s wings move, catching Scar’s attention suddenly. Sleek, white feathers that look super soft to the touch.
He reaches out and paws at one of gently, gaining a look from Grian. This doesn’t stop him at all, only makes him giggle and try again.
“Scar?”
“Feafer.” Is all Scar says in response. “Pretty.”
“Told ya.” Mumbo says, his comment going unheard by the younger, who’s very distracted by the way Grian shifts his wings.
“You can’t grab at my feathers kitten.”
Scar pouts. “Bu- bu pretty feafer.”
He reaches out again, this time fingers managing to wrap around the white plumage. Grian gave a yelp as Scar tugged at a loosening quill, successfully managing to pull it out with a startled ‘oh’ from the little.
“Scar!” Grian doesn’t mean to shout but he’s a bit startled.
“It’s one feather Gri, you won’t miss it.” Mumbo comes to the little’s defense, who’s currently curled up small, while looking very apologetic.
The avian huffed, grumbling, but he couldn’t deny the statement either. “Fine, not as if I can take it back now anyways.”
Scar gives him a sheepish smile. Grian takes the feather in his hand, looking at it a bit sadly before tossing it away. Scar’s eyes follow the item, watching it fall to the ground, only to try and pounce on it a moment after.
“I got da feafer!” Scar says happily. Holding up the feather to his two caregivers.
“Can I see that again bubs?” Grian asks and Scar hands over his prize.
Moving the feather back and forth within Scar’s line of sight, Grian smiles at the little. “Come on kitten. You wanna play?”
Scar’s eyes lit up.
He started batting at the feather in Grian’s hand. The mentally older keeping it just out of his reach, teasing him like you might do with an actual feather toy and a cat.
Funny how easily Scar is amused when in kitten space. He doesn’t even notice when Mumbo leaves, returning later with a bottle of angle milk. He’s simply too occupied trying to get the feather.
He snatches at it quickly, managing to take the other by surprise. Finally. Victory is his! Scar goes to try and chew on it when he’s stopped by Grian.
“Don’t put that in your mouth. That’s yucky.”
Scar gave an upset mew, looking towards his other caregiver. Mumbo shakes his head, tutting softly, and hands him a purple pacifier instead.
They play ‘feather’ for a little while longer till Scar grows bored, deciding it was time to investigate what Mumbo had brought early.
He paws inquisitively at the bottle, a muffled mew sounding from around the soother in his mouth.
“Does our little one want something to drink now?”
Scar nods, coming to sit next to Mumbo and grab the drink container for himself.
The drink is the perfect balance of sweet, and Scar happily gulps it down.
“Easy, don’t drink too fast.”
Scar gives a grumble as it’s taken away from him.
“I know, I’m not being very fun am I?” Mumbo asks, this time holding the bottle for Scar.
He drinks a little more than half before his eyes start growing heavy.
“No more?” Mumbo asks when Scar pulls away, the little shaking his head.
He leans more and more of his weight onto Mumbo.
“Such a sleepy kitten, did we tucker you out?”
He grumbles. Scar doesn’t want to try and answer, he just wants to catch up on sleep and cuddles now.
A hand coming to pet the top of his head.
“Sleep tight kitten.”