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Grian stares near blankly at the Mayor as he talks about what’s going on with the spreading mycelium and how to stop it. He writes down anything the others would consider important, mostly out of the obligation of his job.
The meetings were rather boring, watching everyone throw out ideas that clearly wouldn’t work, not like Grian was helping in that front, subtly changing plans to ensure that they fail. Of course that’s the least boring aspect, the more boring parts were when they talked about how much the mycelium has spread since last time. After all, he’s acutely aware of how far it spreads, if the mycelium in his veins has anything to say about it.
“Grian? What do you think?” He barely visibly startles at Mumbo’s voice.
Grian looks down at the possible ideas he wrote down that they discussed and pretends to think of how to help as well. “The mycelium is spreading too quickly for our current methods to deal with it,” he glances around the room, “we have several great engineers here, I’m sure we can come up with a design to help us better.” He’s also sure that he can sabotage whatever they make, either breaking it or making it backfire on them. The chuckle that echoes inside his head makes his smile more genuine.
The Mayor beams at his assistant, unaware to his plans of sabotage, “that’s a great idea!”
While they begin discussing different ideas, Grian tunes into the hive mind, trying to figure out what the Father is up to. He’s immediately met with a semi-scolding tone, you have a job to do, my songbird.
Grian tries to send an annoyed pout in response, which either fails or Scar ignores.
He sighs quietly, this is going to be a long meeting.