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Mumbo stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie. He combed his hair back and took a deep breath.

Goodness, why on earth had Mumbo agreed to this?

What was even the point of this? Going to one of “Ariana Griande’s” shows. Mumbo knew that in reality, it was just Grian doing a little dance. What could be so special about this show?

When Scar had first invited him to the concert, Mumbo had immediately declined. He was busy, and running three hotels wasn’t an easy job. But as Scar had pointed out, Mumbo hardly ever took breaks, even when they were necessary.

So, reluctantly, Mumbo agreed. Scar was absolutely ecstatic when Mumbo had agreed. He was a huge fan of this “AG.” Mumbo had to keep himself from rolling his eyes whenever he was babbling about how amazing she was.

And now, Mumbo was here, getting dressed to go to a bloody concert!

Goodness, how he wished he had declined the offer.

He winced internally as he heard a knock on the door. “Mumbo! It’s time to go! Are you ready!”

Mumbo sighed. It was too late to back out now.

He opened the door and plastered on a smile, one he commonly used with guests or business associates. A smile that said, “It’s a pleasure to see you, but it will be even more of a pleasure seeing you leave.”

Scar frowned. He had known Mumbo for years at this point, and immediately saw through his carefully crafted smirk. “Come on, Mumbo, this’ll be fun.”

Mumbo dropped the smile. He rolled his eyes. “I’m sure it will be.”

Scar smirked and nudged his arm. “You’ve gotten grumpy since you opened these hotels. I recall you being fun at one point.”

“Hey, I am fun,” Mumbo protested, “I’m going to this concert, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, only after I had to beg you to come,” Scar retorted. “Now come on, we’ve got a show to see.”

The two entered the elevator and were soon in the hotel’s lobby. It was full of bustling patrons and chatty tourists. Scar quickly escorted Mumbo, who already had a flock of people trying to chat with him, out the door.

They stepped outside and into the cool, fresh air of the bustling Saturday evening. Mumbo waved a hand into the night and soon after a black car pulled up.

The two stepped into the car, leaving behind the noisy streets and the bustling people. Now, they could just enjoy a quiet car ride.

The two friends sat side by side for a moment, the only noise being the ambiance of driving. An occasional car honked during the drive. Traffic was a bit busier than normal, since it was a Saturday night and many people were on their way to this concert.

Mumbo leaned back into his seat and rested his head on his arm. He stared out the window, almost absently. He was quickly dragged back to reality by Scar’s voice.

“So,” Scar began, “How’s running the hotels?” Mumbo shrugged. “Oh, same old people, same old business, same old meetings.” He said that last word with disdain. God, how he hated meetings.

He turned to look at Scar. “How about you?” he asked. “How’s the casino?”

“Oh, good!” Scar replied with a smile, “It’s bringing in a lot of profits! And many interesting people.”

“Well, keep it up,” Mumbo said, “Your casino is also bringing me a lot of customers. You should open another one.”

Scar looked away with a sad smile. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said, “That would be a lot of work. There wouldn’t be any time left for myself. I want to still be able to live my life, y’know?”

Scar glanced out the window, a saddened look on his face. “I don’t want to end up being one of those people that gets lost in their work. I want to be able to live how I want, not like Grian.”

“Grian?” Mumbo questioned. “What about Grian?” Surely Grian was happy enough if he had time to goof off and run these sideshows.

“Oh, he’s miserable at his job,” Scar commented. “He hates it at the advertising agency. He says that it’s a drab job with even drabber people.”

That was always like Grian, to hate a job when it involved him being serious. Mumbo rolled his eyes. “Grian says that about every job, Scar.”

“I know, but this time is different, Mumbo. He’s seemed.. sadder. More bored with life.”

Mumbo frowned. Truth be told, he wouldn’t know how Grian’s been. He hadn’t spoken with him in ages.

“We should all get together soon,” Scar commented, as if reading Mumbo’s thoughts. Mumbo nodded.

The rest of the drive felt heavier, more solemn. They didn’t speak.

Mumbo just looked out the window. He thought back to his time with Grian, and the last time they had spoken. Had it really been that long?

He felt a bit guilty, thinking about it now. Once he’d opened the second hotel, he had gotten busy and lost touch with his friends.

It was a miracle he was still talking to Scar, and even that wasn’t purely a friendly relationship. They really mostly spoke about business arrangements and profits. When was the last time Mumbo really had a conversation with his friends about something not-business related?

He didn’t want to think about that.

“It looks like we’re almost here,” Scar said.

Mumbo’s eyes widened at the sight. Hundreds of cars were parked in front of this stadium. People were standing in long lines that spilled out onto the street. Mumbo was in shock.

“She really pulls these kinds of crowds?” he asked Scar. Scar nodded. “Just wait till you hear her, Mumbo. She’s got the voice to prove it.”

The two exited the car and stepped into the busy night. The air was filled with the sounds of lively chatter and the faint sound of music playing, most likely as a final rehearsal.

Scar grabbed Mumbo’s wrist and pulled him forward. Mumbo gave him a confused look as they moved past the crowd.

“Scar- the line is that way?” Mumbo tried. Scar just turned to him and smirked. He held up two light pink slips labeled ‘BACKSTAGE PASS’.

The two traveled through the crowd and past the door to the main auditorium. Instead, Scar led Mumbo to a small, less decorated door with a small sign that read, ‘Backstage.’

Scar handed the slips to a man standing in front of the door for inspection. Mumbo turned to him. “How did you even manage to get these?” he questioned. Scar shrugged. “I got them in the mail. Figured it’s because of the Casino. It said I could bring one guest.”

The man handed them their slips and nodded silently. Scar thanked him as they headed inside.

Mumbo scanned the room. He watched as crew members bustled about, trying to prepare everything. Some were talking into walkie-talkies while others were checking clipboards or carrying articles of clothing.

A small crowd had gathered around someone in particular. Mumbo and Scar watched as a few members of the group left, leaving a small gap that allowed them to see inside.

There, in the center of it all, was Ariana Griande.

Grian.

And Mumbo couldn’t help but notice that he- she- looked-

Incredible.

She glanced up and noticed Mumbo and Scar. She gave them a small smile and waved them over.

Scar and Mumbo gave each other startled looks. Scar’s face was practically glowing with excitement. He began to walk over quickly.

Ariana mumbled a few words, and the crown surrounding her dispersed. She looked at the approaching boys with a soft smile.

“Hello! Glad you could make it, Scar,” she said. Mumbo was amazed. Around her neck was a small voice changer, disguised as a choker. Her voice was definitely Grian’s, but higher and surprisingly sweeter. As she spoke, her voice was warm and inviting.

“T-thank you for- inviting me, Ms. Griande,” Scar stuttered. Ariana let out a small laugh. “Please, call me Ariana.”

Scar nodded and smiled sheepishly. He was a bit embarrassed. Ariana looked up at Mumbo. “And I see you brought a friend with you.”

Mumbo had a hard time speaking. All he could really do was look at Ariana. Scar nodded shyly. “Yes, this is my friend, Mumbo Jumbo.”

She nodded, “Right, the hotel owner.” Ariana smiled and extended her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mumbo,” she said. Mumbo took her hand and shook it.

“Why don’t you run along, Scar,” Ariana said, “I’d like to speak with your friend here.”

Scar looked between the two of them for a moment, before nodding and exiting to the auditorium.

“It’s been a while, Mumbo,” Ariana said.

Mumbo nodded. “So it has.”

“You’ve never been to any of my shows before,” she observed

Mumbo shrugged. “Never felt the need to go to any.”

“I’m glad you’re giving them a chance. What changed your mind?”

“Scar insisted on me coming.”

“I see,” Ariana nodded. “Well, you better be getting to the crowd. After all,” she said, standing. “A wealthy business tycoon back here,” she smirked, “People might begin to get the wrong idea.”

Ariana began to walk away, but before she left, she turned to Mumbo. “We really need to talk more. Hopefully soon?” She winked at him and disappeared into the crowd of crew members.

Mumbo stood still, a bit shocked. After a minute, he let out a small chuckle. Of course Grian would mess with him a bit before the show.

Soon, he met Scar in the auditorium. They were very close to the stage, having front row seats. Scar smiled at him.

“So, what were you two talking about?” Scar asked. Mumbo shrugged. “She was just saying that she liked the hotels,” he said.

“Oh,” Scar said. He didn’t seem quite sure, but he left it alone. Mumbo looked away.

Soon, the lights began to dim. The two stood quietly, waiting for the show to begin.

Oh, and begin it did.

The music began soft, a quiet combination of piano and drums. It soon grew louder, the lights growing with it.

Then, she came onto the stage.

Mumbo was in absolute awe. He had been there five minutes before, but she was different now. A switch had flipped for her, and she was fully Ariana. At this point, Grian was a distant memory for both of them.

She was wearing a gorgeous, lacy pink dress that cut off just above the knee. The sleeves were short and poofy, and hung off the shoulder. White platforms with small, white ribbon bows tied the whole outfit together.

Her sandy hair was in a long, flowing ponytail that went just past her hips. As she began to move, it followed her like a dancing ribbon.

Her sapphire eyes scanned the crowd, and a smile pulled on her pink lips as she spotted Mumbo. She gave him a subtle wink as music began.

Mumbo’s jaw dropped when she began to sing.

Her voice was intoxicating. It was a combination of sweet high notes and rich, low ones. It reminded Mumbo of candy.

“Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer.”

The first sung lines sent shockwaves through the air. Mumbo felt a shiver run down his spine.

He glanced over to Scar, who was staring at her, awestruck. It was a different kind of amazement from Mumbo’s, however. He wasn’t quite sure what it was.

All he knew was that Ariana Griande was a sensation, one that he couldn’t quite place. This feeling was new, to say the least. It left him wanting more.

She moved fluidly on stage, every movement smooth and graceful. Her voice rang out crisp and clear.

Ariana kept sneaking glances at Mumbo throughout the show. At one point, she moved closer to where he and Scar stood.

She smiled, one that left Mumbo speechless. God, she was.. gorgeous.

“You can ask me anything you want, anything, anything.”

Ariana stood in front of him now. She smiled and leaned in close.

“Do you have a girl? I don’t see a ring on your finger,”

Mumbo shuddered at how close they were. He could smell her cherry lip gloss.

“Well that’s interesting, have you ever thought of dating a singer?”

Ariana winked and began to move back to the center of the stage, leaving Mumbo by himself, heart racing.

He turned to look at Scar, who was staring at him, his mouth hanging open. Scar mouthed a surprised, “Oh my god?” Mumbo just shrugged and mouthed, “I don’t know,” in response. He was just as stunned as Scar.

The rest of the show continued, but Mumbo was barely present for it. All he could really think about was that whole interaction, the way Ariana had leaned over, the smell of her lip gloss, her shining eyes, her voice.

God, Mumbo couldn’t think straight.

As they left, the two of them walked in silence. Scar was still staring at Mumbo, who was zoned out. As they entered the car, Scar broke the silence.

“Dude, what was that?” he asked, looking at Mumbo. Mumbo just looked out the window. “What was what, Scar?”

“Oh, you know what I’m talking about. The thing backstage, the thing on stage?” Mumbo just looked out the window silently.

“Oh my god, Mumbo!” Scar exclaimed, “She was hitting on you!”

Mumbo whipped his head around. “She was not hitting on me,” he protested. Why on earth would Grian be hitting on him?

“Yeah, Mumbo,” Scar replied, “She so was.”

After a minute, Scar added, “Do you like her?”

“What?!” Mumbo near exclaimed. “No.”

“Oh, you so like her,” Scar smirked.

“No, I don’t, Scar,” Mumbo said, a bit calmer this time. That was still Grian. He had to keep that in mind. Mumbo did not like Ariana Griande, or Grian for that matter.

Scar gave him a skeptical glance. Mumbo rolled his eyes. ‘Me, liking Grian, of all people,’ he thought to himself, ‘Ridiculous.’

But even as he arrived at his hotel room later that night, he couldn’t get the scent of Ariana’s cherry lip gloss out of his mind.

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Mumbo hummed to himself as he walked through the hotel. It was calmer than last night, since it was rather early in the morning. Most guests were busy resting in their rooms or eating an early lunch.

Speaking of lunch, Mumbo was on his way to lunch with Scar and a couple of friends. Mumbo was definitely more excited for this meetup rather than last night’s.

Mumbo frowned. Last night still lingered in his mind, like a dream he’d woken up and remembered. Although this dream was more crisp, easier to recall. Impossible to forget. Mumbo held onto every detail.

He was looking forward to lunch with his friends. It had been a while since he’d had a nice gathering with them. He smiled to himself. He was glad they could finally catch up with each other.

They decided that they would meet at a small cafe downtown. They had gone there once before, but that was ages ago. All Mumbo could really remember about that day was the smell of fresh bread.

Mumbo decided that he would walk to the cafe. It was only a few blocks away from the hotel, and the weather was relatively nice that morning.

It was your average, late October morning. The sun shone from behind a few clouds, and the air felt cool and clear. Dead leaves were scattered in the streets, rattling with every breeze that blew by.

Mumbo stopped on his walk and just breathed in the cool air. For one moment, Mumbo could just enjoy a second of peace, one without any people trying to talk idly with him, one without any paperwork to glance over, just quiet. It was nice.

Mumbo sighed as he continued to walk. He soon came upon the cafe and smiled to himself. He saw Scar and Impulse chatting inside. Scar wore a warm smile on his face, one that left Mumbo wanting to smile himself. Scar’s positivity was contagious, always making the room seem brighter. It was one of the reasons Mumbo found his company so refreshing.

Impulse also seemed to be in a fairly good mood, although he looked somewhat exhausted. He worked for an IT company with demanding hours, but his spirits always seemed to be high, even when his energy was low.

The group chatted idly for a bit, just catching up. After a few minutes, Grian arrived.

Mumbo watched him walk in. He took in every detail about Grian. The way Grian’s curly, brownish-blonde hair was combed both neatly and messily, the red jumper he pulled over his white collared shirt, his shining, playful blue eyes. The same eyes Mumbo had looked into last night. He observed it all.

Grian glanced over at Mumbo, who quickly looked away. Grian smiled. “Hey, everyone!” he said. They all greeted him.

They caught up for a bit, before Grian asked, “Did you guys do anything fun recently?”

“Oh, actually,” Scar said, grinning, “We went to an Ariana Griande concert yesterday!” He put an arm around Mumbo’s shoulder to emphasize that he’d been there.

“What?! No way!” Impulse exclaimed. “It’s near impossible to get tickets to her shows!”

“Wait, you know who she is?” Mumbo asked. Impulse looked at him as if he’d just said the most outrageous thing in the world. “Uhm, yeah,” he said, “Everyone who’s anyone knows who she is.”

Mumbo noticed how Grian smiled to himself, a little proud. He was trying to keep himself from being noticed.

“So, how did you even manage to get tickets?” Impulse asked. “Well, actually, she sent us some,” Scar replied. Impulse looked at him, envious. “That’s amazing!” he said, “You’re so lucky.”

“That’s not all,” Scar said, smirking, “All night she was totally flirting with Mumbo.”

Mumbo turned to look at him. “Scar, she was not!” he exclaimed, his face beginning to grow red. Grian was trying to hold back his giggles.

“I can believe it,” Grian said, grinning, “Mumbo is quite the catch.” He burst into a fit of laughter, while Mumbo glared at him, unamused. “Oh, shut up, Grian,” he said. Grian laughed more in response.

After a minute, Grian smiled. “You know, I used to be friends with her. I could probably set you guys up on a date.”

“Oh my goodness, yes Grian,” Scar said, smiling, “Do it!”

“Do not,” Mumbo interjected, “Grian.”

Impulse stepped in front of Mumbo, blocking him. “Ignore him, Grian. Do it.”

Grian nodded. “I’ll have her text you.” Mumbo just continued to glare at him. Grian stepped towards him and nudged him with his elbow. “Don’t worry, Mumby,” he said, smirking, “Consider me your wingman.”

Mumbo rolled his eyes and sighed. “Oh, here we go,” he said, defeated.

And that was how Mumbo found himself going on a date with a pop star.

The next morning, he’d gotten a text from a new number. It was Ariana. Mumbo hated that he was playing along with Grian’s stupid bit, but nevertheless he responded.

The two of them decided that they would meet at the very same cafe from the day before, at about one in the afternoon. Mumbo heavily emphasized that he would not be paying.

Mumbo couldn’t help but feel silly as he readied himself for their “date.” He rolled his eyes as he thought this. It wasn’t even a date. If anything, it was probably an elaborate joke Grian was playing. He probably wouldn’t even show.

Mumbo just decided to focus on his outfit. He didn’t put too much thought into it, and simply settled on a button up and some decent pants. Again, it wasn’t as if this was a real date. Because why on earth would Mumbo and Grian go on a date?

Mumbo ran a hand through his hair, attempting to tidy it. Even if this wasn’t a real date, Mumbo still wanted to look nice.

As he walked to the cafe, he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. He shook his head. “Goodness, Mumbo,” he said to himself, “It isn’t a date. Pull yourself together.”

He got himself a table outside and waited. He scrolled on his phone idly, checking emails and looking through random articles. He felt a bit silly, having shown up to this. Grian probably wouldn’t even show.

“Hello?” Mumbo heard a voice above him. He looked up and had to keep himself from dropping his phone in surprise.

There stood Ariana, looking incredible. She wore a sky blue minidress with white platform boots. Her neck and hand were adorned with thin, silver rings and necklaces. Shining diamond earrings hung from her ears.

“Can I sit down?” she asked. Mumbo simply nodded, and looked down at his lap in an attempt to not stare.

Ariana smiled kindly. Mumbo wanted to smile back, but his eyes landed on her’s. Her shining blue eyes looked playful, almost mischievous. Mumbo remembered who was really sitting in front of him.

Mumbo hummed a bit, trying to think of a way to speak. Was he supposed to speak? Did people on fake dates speak to one another?

“Do you eat here often?” Ariana asked suddenly. Her eyes glanced over the menu.

“Not really, no,” Mumbo replied. He too began to search the menu.

“Funny,” Ariana said, smiling to herself, “I figured you would since it’s so close to the hotel.”

“I don’t have much time outside the hotel,” he replied simply. Ariana nodded. “I’ve noticed.”

Mumbo placed the menu on the table and looked at Ariana. “What is this?” he asked suddenly. Ariana looked at him questioningly. “What’s what?” she asked.

“What are we doing, Grian?” Mumbo asked, looking at her. “What are you doing? What’s this weird game you’re playing?”

Ariana looked down at the table for a second. “It’s Ariana,” she answered after a moment, smiling playfully.

Mumbo rolled his eyes. “Grian-” he began, but Ariana cut him off. “Oh, come on, Mumbo,” she said with an eye roll, “Humor me.”

Mumbo sighed. “Alright, Ariana,” he said, internally laughing at himself for encouraging this charade for even a second. “Why are you here?”

Ariana rolled her eyes playfully. “Can’t a girl just go on a date without being interrogated about her reasoning?” Mumbo narrowed his eyes. “Aren’t dates just dressed up interrogations?”

Ariana chuckled a bit. “You always were a cynic, Mumbo Jumbo.”

Mumbo shrugged. “Sometimes you have to be cynical.”

“I remember you before the hotels,” Ariana said, almost dreamily, “You smiled more.” She glanced over to him and let her gaze linger for a second. “I always did love your smile,” she added lightly.

“I had more things to smile about, I suppose,” Mumbo said. Ariana smiled sadly. “Didn’t we all,” she said quietly.

Mumbo looked at Ariana, thinking about what Scar had said the previous night. “So, how have things been with you?” he asked.

Ariana shrugged. “Same old,” she said, “Busy with shows and things.”

“Fun, fun,” Mumbo said. He sounded a bit distant as he spoke. He was still thinking about what Scar had said. Grian was unhappy recently.

He pushed the thought away and instead tried to focus on something else.

The two ordered their food and then chatted for a while afterwards. It had been a couple of hours before Ariana got a call.

As she hung up the phone, she looked at Mumbo with a smile. “Sorry, that was my manager, Pearl. I have some work to get done.”

She stood from the table gracefully and smiled at Mumbo. “This was fun, we should do it again soon.”

She bent down and planted a kiss on Mumbo’s cheek before walking off. Mumbo sat quietly for a moment, trying to process the events that had occurred.

‘Oh goodness,’ he thought to himself, ‘Grian just-’

He paused, narrowing his eyes. “Well played, Grian,” he mumbled, “Well played.”

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The next day, Scar called everyone to lunch once again. Mumbo felt a little uneasy about taking another lunch break, but nevertheless he did.

The group once again met at the cafe, which meant that Mumbo got the pleasure of a morning walk. He enjoyed the walk, and it made him feel more at ease with the idea of missing any possible work related things.

It also gave Mumbo the opportunity to plan his next move. Grian was clearly toying with him, and Mumbo decided that he wasn’t going to go along with it. He had work to do, after all. He was busy with the hotels and Mumbo didn’t have time for fake romances.

He entered the cafe and was hit with the familiar scent of fresh bread. He took a deep breath and smiled to himself as he saw Scar standing at a table, a small cookie in his hand.

Scar returned a kind smile. “Morning, Mumbo,” he said, “How are you?”

Mumbo shrugged. “Tired,” he commented, “But I’m doing alright.”

Grian walked in, and he smiled playfully at Mumbo. Mumbo just tried not to stare at Grian too much and instead looked down at the cookie in Scar’s hand.

“Hello, Mumbo~” Grian said, grinning widely. Clearly he hadn’t forgotten about yesterday, either.

“Hello Grian,” Mumbo said, wearing what could only be described as his ‘poker face.’ Scar smiled warmly. “Hi Grian!” he said enthusiastically.

The three sat down at a table, and Mumbo felt a strange deja vu as he sat across from Grian. His blue eyes glanced playfully at him.

“So, Mumbo,” Scar said, “How was your date with Ariana yesterday?” Grian looked at Mumbo, waiting eagerly for his answer.

Mumbo shrugged. “It was okay,” he said plainly. Scar frowned. “Oh?” he asked. Mumbo glanced over at Grian, who’s mouth hung open in disbelief.

“Okay?!” he exclaimed, to the surprise of Scar, “The date was okay?! What do you mean okay?” He pointed a finger accusingly at Mumbo.

“I mean,” Mumbo said, looking at Grian relatively unamused, “It was uneventful. Somewhat boring. Nothing much happened. It was okay.” He said the last word with emphasis.

Grian glared at him. “Maybe you’re boring,” he mumbled bitterly. Scar looked at the two nervously. “Alright, alright,” he said, “It’s fine, Grian. What’s the big deal? It’s not like he went on a date with you.”

Grian huffed angrily. Mumbo did his best to stifle a laugh at Grian’s pouting face. He thought it was almost cute how upset he seemed. If he didn’t know any better, he might’ve thought Grian was actually upset. Of course, he knew that the only thing he’d hurt was Grian’s ego.

“Well, why don’t you guys try again?” Grian asked suddenly. Mumbo shook his head. “I don’t think so, Grian,” he said, “I have some work I wanted to do.”

Truthfully, the main reason was Mumbo wanted to quit while he was ahead. He wanted to stop Grian’s game before it got out of hand between them. And besides, Mumbo didn’t have time for fake romance.

“Hmph,” Grian muttered. Mumbo rolled his eyes. “There will be other people for her to date, Grian,” he said unamused. Grian crossed his arms grumpily.

“Yeah Grian, it isn’t a big deal,” Scar said lightly, “She’s a pop star for crying out loud. There will be other people.”

Grian sat quietly for the rest of lunch, leaving Scar feeling a bit worried. He didn’t understand why this was such a big deal for Grian. Mumbo figured he was just upset that he’d lost this strange game he’d begun.

As they said their goodbyes and began to leave, Grian found himself alone in the cafe. He sat quietly for a moment, thinking deeply. “Ariana might have a lot of options,” he mumbled to himself, “but she only wants one person.”

Grian smirked as he picked up his phone and dialed a number. It rang a few times before someone picked up. “Pearl,” Grian said, “Cancel any plans I have for tonight. I have a date.”

…

Mumbo sat at his desk, looking boredly at the papers that sat in front of him. ‘It could be worse,’ he thought to himself, ‘I could be in a meeting.’ Mumbo shuddered at the very thought of having to sit through a meeting.

He was surprised when a sudden ‘buzz’ came from his phone. He glanced down at a text from a new number. It was an offer for a “business opportunity” of some kind. Mumbo read over the message carefully.

‘Hello Mumbo Jumbo! I have a business proposal that I would like to offer to you! Perhaps we could discuss it over dinner? I am free tonight at 8:00. Meet at the Italian restaurant a few blocks from the hotel. Hope to see you there.’

“A business proposal, huh?” Mumbo muttered to himself. He shrugged. “Well, beats sitting here doing paperwork.”

It was 6:00 now, which gave Mumbo plenty of time to get ready. He wasn’t quite sure what the “business proposal” was so he wasn’t able to prepare well for it, but nevertheless he thought it would be worth the venture. Although the more he thought about it, the more suspicious it sounded.

Despite the strange circumstances behind this meeting, Mumbo prepared himself. He wore a relatively nice suit with an eye-catching red tie. He combed his hair back a few times, trying to keep it neat. It had become an odd habit at this point; Mumbo always focused on his hair. He found it somewhat soothing, combing through it and making it look clean and neat.

He left at around 7:30, taking one of his black cars instead of walking. The hotel was busy at this hour, with people bustling around, going out into the night to have fun at clubs or Scar’s casino.

Mumbo never really paid any attention to fun. He focused on his work and didn’t have much free time for fun activities. He had never really minded before, but ever since he and “Ariana” had gone to lunch, he couldn’t help but consider what she’d said about him not being “fun” anymore. Not that he really cared, but it was an interesting thing to ponder.

He arrived somewhat early, at about 7:50. He walked in and began to search for anyone who appeared to be there for “business.” He asked about a reservation, and surprisingly there was one in his name. Apparently whoever he was meeting knew he’d probably arrive early.

He sat at the table, looking around vigilantly for who he was meant to meet. Perhaps a man in a suit or a group of people with briefcases? Or maybe even a woman in a-

Wait.

“Oh for Christ’s sake,” Mumbo muttered.

He felt himself begin to freeze when he saw her walk in.

There she was, gorgeous and almost flawless, as per usual. Her hair was in her iconic ponytail, although her blonde hair consisted of bouncy curls instead of straight strands. Mumbo would have been starstruck if he wasn’t so annoyed.

“Can I join you?” Ariana asked, looking at Mumbo while wearing a look of fake innocence.

Mumbo didn’t respond, instead just glaring at her in disbelief. She took this as a sign that she could sit.

“So,” Ariana began, but Mumbo cut her off. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone clearly annoyed.

Ariana smiled. “I figured we could go for round two,” she said.

“You know that isn’t what I mean,” Mumbo responded. Ariana looked at him questioningly.

“Why are you here? Doing all of this?” Mumbo asked. Ariana smiled, her sweet smile that could turn the most solemn person’s frown into a smile almost as bright as hers. Mumbo was past that, however.

He answered before she could. “You’re just here because I said our date was bad,” Mumbo observed. Ariana kept wearing her smile. “Technically, you said ‘boring’ and not bad,” she observed. “And maybe that’s true,” she added, “Or maybe I just wanted to see you again.”

Ariana placed a hand on Mumbo’s, sending shockwaves coursing through him.

It took Mumbo a minute to compose himself. He cleared his throat, trying to return to the conversation. He shook his head, thinking. ‘This isn’t real,’ he reminded himself, ‘This isn’t real.’

“You’re upset that you’re losing this game of yours,” Mumbo said quietly. Ariana walked around the table and approached him. She stood close to him, so close that Mumbo could barely breathe without the scent of perfume hitting his nostrils.

“I’m not losing,” she said, her sweet smile melting into a playful smirk. She lowered herself and kissed Mumbo, leaving him in surprised silence. She pulled away after a second and stood up straight, still wearing her smirk. “I’m only just beginning to play.”

She turned with a wink, leaving Mumbo sitting dumbfounded in his chair.

It took him a minute to process what had just happened, and as he did Mumbo came to a very startling realization. His heart was beating rapidly and the room felt hot.

“Oh my god,” he mumbled to himself.

Mumbo had a crush on Ariana Griande.

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This wasn’t good. This really wasn’t good.

This was, if anything, bad.

Mumbo had acquired a crush on Ariana Griande, who not only was technically his best friend but also wasn’t even a real person.

Oh god, Mumbo had a crush on Grian. On Grian, of all people. Mumbo didn’t even want to think about how that affected things.

And the worst part of this whole situation, Ariana didn’t even like him.

Sure, she flirted with him, and sure, she kissed him, but Mumbo knew that deep down, she didn’t care. Ariana- Grian- saw this whole thing as a kind of game. This whole situation was some kind of twisted entertainment that fed off of Mumbo’s feelings.

And suddenly, Mumbo was less worried about the whole “romantic” aspects of this and instead was beginning to feel a whole new emotion: Anger.

Grian was using him, toying with him, and for what? Just because he was bored? Because he just wanted to mess with Mumbo?

Oh, Mumbo was not having it.

He pulled out his phone and promptly deleted his conversations with her. He tossed his phone onto the bed afterwards and dropped down into it himself.

Mumbo buried his head in his hands. Goodness, what on Earth was he supposed to do?

Mumbo felt a lot of things. He felt somewhat angry at himself. How foolish of him to have let himself get pulled into this game. How stupid of him to feel this way, to have let himself begin to like her.

And most of all, Mumbo felt a bit hurt. After all, this didn’t mean anything to Grian. It never had. And Mumbo was sure that Grian hadn’t once thought about the fact that Mumbo might actually have begun to feel something.

Mumbo sighed. He grabbed his phone and dialed Scar. He decided that he needed a pick-me-up.

…

Mumbo fiddled with the shot glass in his hands. He looked down at it absently. Scar watched him carefully. "Hey, you doing alright, Mumbo?" Mumbo glanced at him. "I'm not sure," he said quietly. Scar frowned.

He swished around his own glass before pushing it away. "I'm actually not much of a drinker," he commented. "Is it," Scar began, looking at Mumbo's distant expression, "something to do with Ariana?"

Mumbo sat thoughtfully for a moment. "Yes," he answered after a pause, "Yeah, it is." Mumbo turned to Scar, who was listening quietly. "I think I really like her."

"Oh?" Scar smiled. "That’s great!" But as Scar watched Mumbo's expression fall, his face also fell. "Isn't it?"

Mumbo shook his head. "I don't know if it is," he answered truthfully. Scar looked at him questioningly. "Why?" he pressed. Mumbo looked at him, and Scar was taken aback by just how conflicted he seemed. Scar didn't understand why, and Mumbo knew that he couldn’t understand why.

"She doesn't like me the way I like her, I don’t think," Mumbo stated, beginning to again fidget with his glass. Scar frowned. "She thinks that this is just a game."

"And you don't want a game, do you?" Scar asked, although they both knew the answer. "You want something real." Mumbo nodded, and Scar smiled a bit. He looked down at the glass he'd discarded. "You always were more of a grounded person," Scar commented. Mumbo smiled to himself. That had once been something he had prided himself in, but sometimes he wondered if he was too distant from fun.

And maybe that's why he enjoyed Ariana’s presence so much. She had become a kind of breath of fresh air. But he knew that in reality, in the dull reality that Grian could barely stand to face, Ariana wasn’t real. As much as he wanted her to be.

And Mumbo was still debating about his feelings towards Grian. He didn't know where he stood with him. Did he like Grian? He wasn't sure. Grian had used him, after all. But now, as Mumbo was thinking about it, wasn’t he using Grian too? Didn't he like him because he was carefree, because he felt good around him?

Wasn't he just using Grian to get to Ariana?

Goodness, this didn’t make any sense to Mumbo anymore.

Scar could tell that Mumbo was stressed about the situation. "You know what you need?" Scar asked. Mumbo looked up at him questioningly. Scar grinned at him. "You need a boys night out."

"A… boys night out?" Mumbo questioned skeptically. He weighed his options: either try to decipher his feelings about Grian or go to some party with Scar. He decided rather quickly.

Mumbo shrugged and smiled. "Alright, if you say so. Boys night out it is."

…

Mumbo stood in front of the mirror, straightening his tie. He was preparing himself for tonight. All he really wanted was a distraction from all of this. He didn't want to think about Ariana tonight. He just wanted tonight to be for himself.

Just as he was about to finish, he heard a knock at the door. Mumbo thought it was most likely Scar, coming to take him out. “Come in,” he called. He combed a hand through his hair, making sure he looked his absolute best.

“Hello?” It was a familiar voice, a voice Mumbo knew all too well at this point. He turned around quickly. “Ah- Grian? What are you doing here?”

There in the doorway stood Ariana Griande, looking almost flawless. Looking at her now, Mumbo could already feel the heat rushing to his face. He tried to hold onto his annoyance, but every second he saw her he felt it harder to feel anything but amazed.

She smirked as Mumbo stared, awestruck. He had to pull his gaze back to the voice changer on her throat multiple times, trying to remind himself that this was still Grian. Still just Grian, toying with him. Yet Mumbo couldn’t pull his eyes away.

“I’m sorry, is this a bad time?” she asked. Mumbo let his gaze linger a little longer before turning his attention back to the mirror. He fiddled with his tie a bit more.

“I have to go out soon. I told Scar that we would go for a 'Boys night,'” Mumbo made air quotes around "Boys Night", since in reality he knew it was just going to be him and Scar playing poker or something. Scar would never be as fun as Ariana.

Ariana took a step forward. “Don’t you think you can wait a bit?”

Mumbo kept his eyes on the mirror. “Look, Grian," he said, emphasizing his name as though trying to remind himself of who she really was. "I don’t have time for your games.”

Mumbo looked down at his tie, and jumped when he looked back at his reflection. Ariana stood right behind him.

She put a hand on his back. “Are you sure you don’t have time for just one?” she asked, her voice sweet like honey. Mumbo could smell her cherry lip gloss.

“Yes, Grian, I am sure,” Mumbo said matter of factly. He couldn’t let himself fall for this, not again. None of this was real. Although, did it really matter?

But as he looked up at her, he couldn’t help but admire every detail. He knew that it was Grian he was looking at, gawking at, but still he felt the same. He had always known that this was Grian, ever since that day at the concert. He knew who this was, standing in front of him.

So why did he feel this way?

“Come on, Mumbo,” she said, her voice rich and low, “Humor me.”

Mumbo wasn’t sure what exactly had gotten into him, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t move. All he could do was stare at Grian’s gorgeous sapphire eyes.

Ariana took another step forward, her face inches away from Mumbo’s. They both took a second to stare at each other. Ariana’s eyes moved up and down Mumbo’s figure, seemingly making a decision.

Finally, her eyes landed on Mumbo’s lips. Her own quickly followed.

Mumbo was taken aback by her kiss, but he accepted it gladly. He leaned into her and enjoyed the kiss.

Ariana put a hand onto Mumbo’s chest and pushed him towards the wall, still leaning into him. Mumbo’s back hit the wall with a small ‘thud’, but he allowed it. He knew this was Grian, but for a second, Mumbo decided to give into this fantasy. He decided this time, he was going to play the game.

Mumbo put an arm around Ariana’s waist and pushed her towards the bed. They both opened their eyes and exchanged a glance. He moved back a bit, looking at Ariana. "Grian," he said, "I'm not sure if this is a good idea."

Ariana sat up a bit, moving herself closer. "Please, Mumbo," she said, looking at him with an expression Mumbo couldn't quite read, "Let's save the regrets for later."

Mumbo thought for a second, but nodded. Ariana grabbed Mumbo’s tie and pulled him into bed with her. She kissed him, a deep kiss filled with passion. She ran her hands through his hair, enjoying every second of this.

Mumbo grabbed her wrists and pushed Ariana deeper into the bed, still kissing her. She let out a small groan, showing her enjoyment.

Ariana let him take control, taking pleasure in it. Mumbo’s hands moved from her wrists to her waist. He slowly moved them down her figure, as Ariana pulled off Mumbo’s tie and began to unbutton his shirt.

Mumbo kept his hands resting on her hips for a moment, seemingly debating about what to do. Ariana let out a small giggle at his uncertainty.

“I can take the lead if you want,” she said. Before he could respond, Ariana sat up and pushed Mumbo down against the bed. He closed his eyes and let her.

She climbed on top of Mumbo, resting on his torso. She pulled his shirt open and went back into the kiss.

Ariana closed her eyes. It was time for the show to begin.

Chapter Text

Mumbo sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt unbuttoned and his untied tie hanging loose around his neck. He stared down at the ground, thinking.

“What are we doing, Grian?” he asked suddenly. Ariana was pulling her hair back into her iconic ponytail. She glanced at Mumbo. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what is this?” Mumbo gestured at himself then Ariana. “What are we doing?”

She smiled at Mumbo. “I mean, we’re having a bit of fun, aren’t we?”

Mumbo sighed. “Grian, why are we doing this? It’s not like any of this is even real.”

Ariana looked at him. “What do you mean this isn’t real?”

Mumbo ran a hand through his hair. “This, the dates, the kisses, whatever this even was," Mumbo paused, thinking for a moment. "It wasn’t real for you, was it?”

Ariana glanced down at the hotel room floor. “I- I mean,” she said, but Mumbo cut her off.

“This has always just been a game to you, hasn’t it Grian?”

Ariana wasn’t sure what to say to him. Truthfully, she didn't quite know the answer.

The two sat in silence for a while. The pleasure of the night was beginning to wear off, leaving both people with confused feelings. Leaving one with hurt feelings.

“I already know the answer, don’t I Grian,” Mumbo said quietly. He sighed and began to stand, not wanting to hear the answer he so desperately hoped wasn’t true. But as he stood, Ariana grabbed his hand.

“Mumbo..” she began, but paused for a moment. She looked at him, thinking. Suddenly, she reached towards her throat and unclipped her voice changer. Mumbo’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Mumbo…” she said again, although this voice was the clear, somewhat tired voice of Grian, “I meant it.”

Mumbo looked at Ariana, no, at Grian. “It?” he asked. Grian nodded. “I meant everything. I.. I did mean it, meant all of it. Everything I said, everything I did, I meant it.”

Mumbo looked at Grian’s sapphire eyes, the ones he’d found himself getting lost in before, although there was something different about them now. Gone was the playful, mischievous look, replaced by one of exhaustion and honesty.

Mumbo put a hand to his face and let out a tired, strained laugh. “Oh, goodness,” he said, beginning to laugh more. Grian turned to him, a bit worried. “What?” he asked Mumbo, feeling a bit worried.

Mumbo was laughing a lot, now in near hysterics. “I you’re- I’m-,” he began, speaking between his fits of laughter, “I’m- I fell in love with some- someone who isn’t even real.”

Grian looked at Mumbo, a bit worried, but he too began to laugh. They sat on the bed together, both laughing about the absurdity of their whole situation.

Mumbo wiped a tear from his eye, still giggling here and there. Soon, the laughter had died from both of them.

“Oh, goodness,” Mumbo sighed, “What am I going to do?”

Grian laughed a bit to himself, although Mumbo could tell it wasn’t in response to anything he’d said. “I mean,” Grian began, “It could be real.” Grian looked away nervously, “A real person, I mean,” he added.

Mumbo looked at him questioningly. “What are you saying?” he asked. Grian let out another tired laugh. He looked up at Mumbo and offered a weak smile. Mumbo’s eyes widened with the realization. “Oh,” he said quietly.

Grian shifted uncomfortably. “I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, “I know that you probab-” Grian was cut off when he saw Mumbo smile, a kind smile that took every word out of Grian’s mouth. “I’d really like that,” Mumbo said quietly. Grian smiled.

“Really?” he asked. Mumbo nodded. “Yeah,” he said, looking at Grian’s shining blue eyes, “I think.. I think that’s what I’ve wanted all along..”

Suddenly, Mumbo felt Grian’s lips press against his own, although this time the kiss was different. It was slower, easier, more natural. It felt less like a flame and more like a warm glow. It made Mumbo feel tingly inside.

Mumbo smiled to himself, and happened to look down at his watch when the kiss ended. His eyes widened. “Oh, shit,” he mumbled. Grian looked at him, worried. “What? What’s wrong?”

Mumbo looked up at Grian, frowning. “I was supposed to meet Scar thirty minutes ago,” he said.

“Oh, that’s not good,” Grian commented. Mumbo nodded, rushing over to the mirror. He quickly began to tie his tie and comb his hair.

The two jumped as they heard a sudden knock at the door. “Mumbo? Are you there?”

The two exchanged worried glances. "It's Scar," Mumbo whispered. Grian opened his mouth to speak, but Mumbo quickly shushed him. "Uhm, yeah, I'll be out in a minute!" Mumbo called.

He quickly turned to Grian. "You have to hide," he whispered. "Why?" Grian whispered in response. Mumbo gave him a stern glance. "Because what's it going to look like if Ariana Griande is in my hotel room?"

Grian stood quietly for a moment. "Yeah, okay, makes sense," he nodded. They both turned as Scar fiddled with the doorknob. "Mumbo?" he called again, knocking louder this time. "Just a minute!" Mumbo called in response.

Grian turned his head, looking for any place to hide. But as Scar’s knocking grew more frequent, Mumbo panicked. He knew Scar had a key, and his heart raced as the doorknob began to turn. Mumbo grabbed Grian's shoulder. "Mumbo, wh-" Grian began, but before he could finish Mumbo had shoved him into his closet.

"Mumbo?" Scar said as he stepped in. Mumbo turned and looked at him, still leaning on the closet door. Scar looked at him nervously. "I'm sorry for coming in uninvited," he said apologetically, "But you didn't show and you weren't answering your phone and I began to worry."

Mumbo stepped forward. "Oh, that's alright Scar," he said, trying not to keep glancing over towards the closet, "I'm sorry about not reaching out and being late."

Scar raised a hand. "Mumbo, that's fine," Scar said, "I'm just worried about you."

"Me?" Mumbo questioned. "Why?"

“You’re.. acting weird,” Scar said, “You aren’t yourself.”

Mumbo looked at him, confused. Scar glanced at him nervously, then continued. “You’re showing up late to things, acting nervous.. like you’re hiding something.”

Mumbo shifted guiltily. He wasn’t quite sure how to reply. On one hand, he didn’t really feel like explaining this strange.. situation to Scar, but on the other hand he felt bad that he had worried him to this extent.

“Look, Scar,” Mumbo said, resting a hand on Scar’s shoulder in a reassuring manner, “I promise things are alright. I’m sorry that I worried you.” He sighed, questioning what to say next. Should he tell Scar what was going on?

But before Mumbo could get a word in, he felt Scar wrap him in a tight hug. “Oh, goodness, that’s a relief,” he said quietly. Mumbo returned the hug, and internally decided that he wouldn’t tell Scar the rest. He didn’t need to, at least not yet. It was a conversation for later.

“Well, are you ready to go or what?” Mumbo asked. Scar grinned. “I am so ready. It’s gonna be great! And-” Scar stopped, his eyes landing on something behind Mumbo. “What’s that?”

Mumbo turned to see what Scar was looking at. “What’s what?” he asked. Scar pointed to something half tucked underneath the bed. Mumbo’s eyes widened. A small, red high heel peaked out from underneath the bed. “Oh, uhm,that’s.. Mine,” Mumbo said hesitantly. Scar glanced at him questioningly. “That shoe is.. yours?”

Mumbo nodded. Scar looked at him skeptically, but after a second he decided that he just wouldn’t ask. Mumbo was nearly ready to collapse with relief that no further questions were asked.

“Well, we’d better get going,” Scar said excitedly. Mumbo hesitated a bit. “Alright, just let me grab something really quickly,” Mumbo said. He ushered Scar out the door. “I’ll be out in a second!” “Oh, alright,” Scar said quietly. He just stood silently as Mumbo closed the door.

He walked over to the closet. He opened the door and saw Grian’s annoyed face. “Gee, thanks for the heads up,” he said, arms crossed.

“Sorry,” Mumbo said apologetically, “I had to.”

Grian raised an eyebrow. “You had to shove me into the closet?”

“Look,” Mumbo said, sighing, “I just.. don’t have the energy to explain anything to Scar right now.”

Grian nodded understandingly. “Yeah, things are a bit.. complicated.”

“A bit?” Mumbo asked, exhasperated, “Grian, we just- oh goodness, not now,” he said, waving a hand in the air. “I have to go.”

“Okay,” Grian said, smiling mischievously, “I’ll see you later, Mumby~” he added.

Mumbo rolled his eyes as he approached the door. “Don’t even,” he said in an annoyed tone. Grian grinned even wider.

Mumbo sighed as he shut the door behind him. Scar leaned against the wall, looking somewhat distant. His head jerked up, as though he’d been lost in thought and Mumbo’s entrance had snapped him back to reality.

“You ready to go?” Mumbo asked. Scar nodded and gave Mumbo a smile, although Mumbo could tell something was a little off about the way Scar looked.

Mumbo knew people. His business was people. Years of social events and business interactions had trained Mumbo. He could tell any time a grin was a bit too wide or a laugh was a bit too loud.

And right now, Scar’s smile was a bit too sad.

Mumbo gave Scar a worried look. “You alright bud?” he questioned. Scar nodded. “Yep, just excited to get the night going!” Mumbo smiled in response, but he could see a small glimmer of sadness linger in Scar’s eyes as he spoke.

Mumbo decided not to comment on it, instead making a mental note as they walked towards the elevator.

They walked quietly for a while. “So, what’s the plan, Scar?” Mumbo asked. Scar just smiled at Mumbo. “You’ll see,” he said. Mumbo narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “It’s nothing bad, I promise,” Scar said reassuringly. “Alright, if you say so,” Mumbo responded.

The two soon found themselves out the lobby and in the cool evening air. Mumbo began to gesture for a car, but Scar shook his head and pulled him aside.

Mumbo looked at him questioningly. “Nope. We’re walking,” Scar said. Mumbo shrugged, although he felt very curious as to where Scar was taking him.

They walked for a few minutes until they came across a couple unfamiliar streets. Finally, Mumbo paused and looked at Scar. "Alright, Scar, where on earth are we going?"

"Shh, just wait, Mumbo Jumbolio. You will soon see."

"Don't call me that."

They walked a little further, until finally the two of them stopped in front of a small building. Bamboo plants decorated the front of the building, and a large sign read, "Lizzie's Panda Cafe."

Mumbo raised an eyebrow and looked at Scar, confused. “A… panda cafe?” he asked, “What exactly is a Panda Cafe?”

Scar nodded eagerly. “Come on, come on!” He tugged Mumbo’s sleeve like an excited kid dragging their parent along for a ride. Mumbo sighed and followed.

The cafe was small inside, decorated with more bamboo shoots and lit with paper lanterns that shed a warm glow. The scent of freshly baked sweets filled the air.

A young girl with hair that resembled cotton candy in color stood behind a counter. She looked up and smiled kindly, seemingly recognizing Scar.

“Good evening, Scar. It’s wonderful to see you again. Here to pick up another friend?”

Scar laughed. “No, not today, Lizzie. Jellie is already a handful. I’m just showing my friend the place.”

Lizzie nodded and led the two to a small table. Mumbo sat down, but almost jumped out of his seat as he felt something brush against his leg.

Scar chuckled. Mumbo looked down and saw a small tabby cat wander by. He began to glance around, and noticed a few other cats scattered around the cafe, wandering freely.

“So,” Mumbo said, looking up at Scar, “Your idea of a boy’s night is a cat cafe?”

Scar shrugged. “It’s a nice place to just.. escape for a while. I figured maybe we could both use a bit of an escape right now.”

“And why’s that?” Mumbo questioned. He understood why he needed an escape. This whole Ariana situation had indeed been exhausting, to say the least. But he was curious as to why Scar was needing an escape.

“Oh, just.. because of some stuff,” Scar said. Mumbo could clearly tell he was trying to dodge the question. He decided he wouldn’t press further.

“So.. that lady said she knew you? Do you frequent this place often?” Mumbo asked. Scar nodded, seemingly grateful for the change in topic.

“Yeah, it’s a nice place. The staff are friendly and the food is good and the cats are absolutely adorable.” Scar smiled as he looked down at a small black cat that sat beside him.

“Y’know, I actually got my cat from here,” he said. “Really? You got Jellie here?” Mumbo asked. He had always considered getting a pet, but he was far too busy. He didn’t have the time for pets.

“Yep. The cafe has a foster and adoption program for the kitties. I mentioned it to Grian, he’s been saying he wants a cat.”

“Grian wants a cat?” Mumbo asked. He was beginning to realize how disconnected he’d been from the group. He didn’t know as much about his friends as he’d originally thought.

“Yeah,” Scar nodded, “I think it’s a good idea. He hasn’t really been his usual, cheery self. Maybe a little friend would help him.”

Scar’s expression grew a bit distant, as though he was thinking something. Mumbo watched him curiously.

Scar sighed, almost dreamily. “Even when he’s sad, he’s still so.. refreshing to be around. He lights up a room when he walks in, and suddenly everything seems.. funner.”

Mumbo nodded. Grian did have that effect on people. It’s what Mumbo liked about him most.

“But you know, you light up the room too,” Mumbo commented. “You’re as refreshing of a presence as Grian is.”

Scar smiled sadly and looked away. “He doesn’t seem to think so,” Scar said distantly. Mumbo raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Before Scar could answer, the girl with pink hair arrived beside their table. “Can I get you boys anything?”

Mumbo wasn’t really sure what to get, but Scar nodded eagerly and answered for the both of them. “Two panda cookies please, Lizzie.”

The girl nodded and rushed away. “Panda cookies?” Mumbo questioned. Scar smiled wide. “Oh, you’ll love them. They’re the best cookies around.”

The two sat quietly for a bit while they waited for their food. Mumbo, being the overthinker he was, continued replaying the conversation in his mind. He watched Scar carefully.

Scar was looking out the window. His eyes were glazed and far away, seemingly lost deep in thought. Mumbo wondered what he had meant when he was talking about Grian not finding him refreshing. Was there something he was missing?

Lizzie came back with a platter in her arms. There were two plates on it, each with a cookie decorated like a panda. Scar had a wide grin, barely keeping himself composed like a child on Christmas morning.

“Oooh, thank you Lizzie!” Scar said, eagerly grabbing his plate. Lizzie laughed. “Relax, Scar, the cookie isn’t going anywhere.”

Scar laughed. “I should be the one telling you to relax, Mumbo. You’ve been wound up since we got here.” Mumbo glanced away nervously. Scar shoved the cookie in his mouth before looking up at Mumbo. “Is there any particular reason as to why?” he questioned. Mumbo fiddled with his tie nervously.

“Well..” he began, “There might be.. something.. in particular.” Scar looked at him, curious. “Oh?” he pressed. Mumbo looked down at the table quietly.

“Before you got to my room to pick me up.. someone else kind of.. visited,” Mumbo said. Scar nodded. “Yeah, that was obvious enough,” he said.

“It was?” Mumbo asked. Scar laughed a bit. “Mumbo,” he said, “I heard you talking to someone before I got there, and you don’t wear high heels. If anything, you strike me as more of a flats kind of guy.”

Mumbo stared at Scar for a moment. He shook his head dismissively. “Well, shoe choice aside,” he began, “Ariana came over.. and we.. spoke a bit.”

Scar’s eyes widened eagerly. “And?” he pressed. Mumbo rubbed his neck nervously. “Well.. we spoke.. and now I guess we’re.. dating?”

Scar slammed his hands on the table and leapt from his seat. “YES!” he exclaimed excitedly. “IT HAPPENED! FINALLY!”

Mumbo stared at Scar in shock. He covered his face with a hand. “Goodness, Scar, you’re making a scene,” Mumbo mumbled. Scar smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, sorry, I got excited. But I’m so happy for you Mumbo!”

Mumbo gave a small smile. “Thanks, Scar,” he replied. He looked out the cafe window and thought for a moment. After a minute of silence, he added, “I think things are going to go well from here.”

Chapter Text

It had been about two weeks since Mumbo and Scar had their “Boys Night” at the cafe. Mumbo and Grian still had yet to inform Scar of their current situation.

“I don’t see what the big deal is, Mumbo,” Grian had said one day while prepping for his next concert, “After all, who cares if Scar knows? It’s not like it affects him, anyway.”

“I know, I know,” Mumbo responded, “I just don’t want to have to explain.. this.” He sighed. “This is just… a really weird situation we’re in.”

“What’s so weird about it?” Grian asked, carefully applying a fresh layer of lipstick, “You, Mumbo Jumbo, are dating me, Grian, who is not only the most charming, amazing, and dazzling man you’ve ever met, but is also Ariana Griande, famous popstar. See? It’s that simple.”

“Gee, thanks Grian,” Mumbo said, rolling his eyes sarcastically, “That’s incredibly straightforward and not confusing at all.”

“Hey, I’m just saying,” Grian said, raising his hands defensively, “You can’t avoid this awkward conversation forever. Scar’s going to find out eventually.”

“Technically… he kind of knows,” Mumbo replied. Grian raised an eyebrow. “Scar knows you’re dating Ariana,” Grian corrected, “Who is by far the lesser of the two you’re dating.”

“Alright, whatever,” Mumbo said tiredly. “I’ll tell him eventually.”

“No, not eventually,” Grian said, “You’ll tell him tomorrow.”

“Wh- Tomorrow?!” Mumbo exclaimed, “Why tomorrow?! Why so soon?”

“Because, Mumbo,” Grian replied as he approached Mumbo. He placed a hand on Mumbo’s shoulder. “As much as I love you, and I love this,” Grian tightened his grip on Mumbo’s shoulder, making it clear this was a threat, “I will spontaneously combust and burn this city to the ground if I have to listen to you complain about Scar any longer.”

“Fair point,” Mumbo said. Grian released his shoulder and smiled. “Wonderful!” Grian exclaimed, “Tomorrow it is then!”

…

Mumbo shuffled through his papers frantically. Goodness, where was it? This whole telling Scar business had him on edge. And now, he had a meeting, which was distasteful enough, but on top of that he’d also lost the overview of the ad canpaign they were looking over.

Mumbo was just about ready to tear his hair out from the stress. If anything, this was just prove that he couldn’t tell Scar today. He just might be the one to spontaneously combust.

“Need some help?” Mumbo jumped suddenly, startled. He looked up and saw Grian leaning in the doorway, wearing a smirk like always.

“Ah, Grian? What are you doing here?” Mumbo asked. Grian smiled. “It’s my advertising team working on this campaign, you silly spoon.”

“Don’t call me a spoon,” Mumbo said. He let out a frustrated groan. “I can’t find these damn papers,” he said angrily.

“You mean, these papers,” Grian said, holding a clipboard with several papers triumphantly. Mumbo narrowed his eyes. “Yes, those papers,” he said. “And why might you have them?”

“Well, why don’t I show you?” Grian replied, wearing a smirk on his face. Mumbo looked at Grian with a look of annoyance. “Grian, not sure you understand the concept of a meeting, but it’s where you tell me about the papers in there.”

“No, Mumbo,” Grian said, “I mean why don’t I show you.” Grian approached Mumbo and laid the folder on the table next to them.

“Grian, what are you talking ab-” Mumbo was cut off as Grian leaned in and kissed him. It took him by surprise, but after a moment he gladly returned the kiss.

Grian pressed Mumbo into the table, becoming more deeply entangled in the kiss. Mumbo put his hands on Grian’s face, feeling himself also getting tangled in the kiss.

The two jumped apart at the sound of a door slamming closed. They turned quickly and saw Scar standing in the door, his jaw hanging open slightly. The clipboard in his hands slipped out of his grasp and clatter to the floor.

“Oh- oh- OH MY GOSH!” he exclaimed, looking between the two. “OHHH, OH MY GOODNESS- YOU TWO ARE-” he pointed between Mumbo and Grian repeatedly.

“Scar, it- it isn’t what it looks like,” Mumbo began, raising his hands up.

“What it looks like?!” Scar exclaimed, “It LOOKS LIKE you and Grian are MAKING OUT in your office!”

“Okay, so maybe it is a bit like what it looks like,” Mumbo admitted, “B- but I can explain!”

“You,” Scar said, looking at Grian, “I- I can’t even believe you, kissing Mumbo when you know that he’s dating someone! And you!” Scar turned to Mumbo and pointed a finger accusingly at him, “How could you? Cheat on Ariana like that! And with Grian of all people.”

Scar turned to Grian for a moment. “No offense, Grian,” he said. Grian chuckled a bit, arms crossed. “None taken, Scar.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Grian is a lovely person. He’s handsome, and funny, and charming, and nice,” Scar began to count on his fingers as he listed all of Grian’s attractive qualities, before he shook his head, snapping himself out of whatever he’d been thinking. “But come on, Mumbo! You’re literally dating a pop star! And you’re cheating on her with Grian??!”

“Scar,” Mumbo said exasperatedly, “Grian is Ariana Griande.”

Scar stared at Mumbo. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes skeptically. “What kind of a fool do you take me for, Mumbo,” Scar said. “Now you’re covering up your misdeeds with this outrageous lie?!”

“No, Scar, really,” Grian jumped in, “I am.” Scar rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, don’t cover for him, Grian!”

Grian grabbed Scar’s shoulders. “Scar,” he said plainly. “Ariana Grian-de.”

Scar stood silently for a moment. He looked at Mumbo, then back at Grian. His eyes widened in surprise before he covered his face with his hands. “Oh my god,” he mumbled to himself.

Grian burst into a fit of giggles as Scar just stood there, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. He looked back up at Grian and stared at him for a minute. “How? How on Earth did I not realize sooner??”

“I’m just that talented with makeup,” Grian said with a smirk. Mumbo rolled his eyes. “You’re so full of yourself sometimes, Grian.”

“Rather be full of you,” Grian said with a wink. Mumbo blushed heavily and looked away, sending Grian into another fit of laughter.

“That’s what she said!” Scar exclaimed. Mumbo glared at him. “Heh, sorry, force of habit,” Scar said apologetically.

“Wait, how long have you known about this?” Scar asked Mumbo. He laughed nervously. “Oh, I don’t know.. maybe since.. he started doing this?”

“WHAT?!” Scar exclaimed. “And you never told me?!” Mumbo looked at him nervously and shrugged. “I- I guess I never really felt the need to?”

“So, when you heard me rambling about how amazing Ariana was, you never thought to tell me I was rambling about Grian?!”

“I mean, you do that enough normally,” Grian commented. Scar froze for a moment, a light pink tinting his cheeks. “I- well, oh nevermind,” he said. “We’ve got a meeting to get to.”

…

“So you are Ariana Griande?” Impulse asked the next day. The group were all sat at the cafe once again, although this time everyone seemed far more awake.

Grian nodded with a smile. “Yep,” he said, “In all her glory.” “Oh goodness,” Mumbo said with an eye roll, “You have got such an ego, Grian.”

“Thanks, darling,” Grian said with a wink.

“That’s.. so crazy to think about. My friend is a celebrity!” Impulse exclaimed. Grian looked down at the ground. “Heh, yep,” he replied. Mumbo took notice of how Grian’s expression had changed. He looked.. almost sad.

“You know, I actually have a show tomorrow night,” Grian said after a moment, “You guys should come. I can get you the tickets.”

Both Impulse and Scar were practically exploding with excitement. Mumbo, however, couldn’t shake the feeling that Grian seemed slightly.. off.. now.

“I’ve got to head out,” Grian said, “I have a rehearsal today and need to finish some work for the advertising campaign tomorrow.”

“Oh, alright,” Scar said. He looked at Grian for a second. He, like Mumbo, sensed a shift in Grian’s behavior. It was small, so small that most people wouldn’t even blink twice at it.

But Mumbo and Scar knew better. They knew people better. Their job was people. And right now, their friend was different, and it worried them both.

Grian grabbed his things and began to head out the door. Mumbo quickly followed him. As they both stepped into the parking lot, Mumbo ran next to Grian.

“Hey, wait,” Mumbo said, “is everything alright, Grian?”

Grian stopped. He glanced at Mumbo for a moment before giving him a playful smile. A fake smile. “Yeah, why do you ask?”

Mumbo looked at Grian for a bit. “I don’t know,” he replied, “You just seemed to be a bit sad in there, and I wanted to check up on you.”

“Look, Mumbo,” Grian began, placing a hand on Mumbo’s shoulder, “I love what you're doing here. Protective bodyguard boyfriend routine? Seen it, loved it. But I assure you, everything is fine,” Grian said, smiling. “Nothing a drink or two couldn’t fix,” he added.

“A drink?” Mumbo asked worriedly. “Oh, Mumbo, obviously not now before I drive home, goodness. You worry too much.”

“That’s not the only thing worrying me right now, Grian,” Mumbo responded sternly. “It’s worrying me that you seem to be going through something and you aren’t willing to talk to me. Or any of your friends, for that matter.”

Grian glanced down at the ground, avoiding eye contact. He seemed to be thinking about something. He opened his mouth to speak, but after a minute, stopped and sighed. “I have to go, Mumbo,” he said, sounding more exhausted than before.

Grian walked over to his car, but Mumbo followed closely behind. “Grian, hold on,” Mumbo said. Grian opened his car door and still looked away. “Not now, Mumbo.”

Without thinking, Mumbo reached for Grian’s arm and grabbed it. He almost recoiled when he felt Grian’s whole body tense up. For a moment, Grian’s face turned into one of pure terror, but Grian quickly returned his calm expression.

“Mumbo,” Grian said through gritted teeth, “Let go of me.”

Mumbo quickly did as he was asked. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry,” he said apologetically, “I didn’t realize.”

Grian just got into the car without a word. He grabbed onto the door handle, but paused as Mumbo spoke one more time.

“Grian,” he said with a sigh, “Just.. promise me you’ll talk to someone, alright?”

Grian paused for a moment. “Yeah,” he said, “I will.”

Grian shut his door, and just like that he drove off, leaving Mumbo in the parking lot. Mumbo sighed and watched Grian’s car leave before heading back inside.

“Hey.. is everything alright?” Scar asked once Mumbo returned outside. He gestured outside. “What’s up with Grian?” he questioned. Mumbo sighed. “I’m not sure.. he won’t tell me anything.”

Scar frowned worriedly. “Now do you see what I mean?” he asked. Mumbo nodded quietly.

“Well, maybe he just needs some cheering up?” Impulse tried. “And I can’t think of any better way to cheer someone up than supporting them during their concert!” Mumbo and Scar exchanged an unsure glance before agreeing. Maybe all they needed was to support Grian’s show.

…

The three of them arrived at the venue early. They had front row tickets, but they didn’t go backstage this time. Apparently Grian was too busy “preparing” for them to go say hi. Impulse and Scar didn’t really pay much attention to it, but it left Mumbo with an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

Finally, after around 15 minutes, the lights dimmed and the curtains were drawn.

The three friends all stared in awe as Ariana Griande stepped onto the stage. Her hair was in its usual long, bouncy ponytail, but now it was tied with a shiny silver ribbon. She wore a short, sleeveless silver dress with tall, silver platforms to match. Around her waist she had a shining black belt with a heart buckle.

The first thing Mumbo noticed was her eyes. The beautiful, bright blue eyes which Mumbo had gotten so used to seeing in their playful state was now replaced with a look of fierceness that he’d never seen before.

The lights shut off completely with a dramatic switch off sound. The group waited for the show to start.

And start it did.

A bright spotlight flashed onto Ariana. She kept her head pointed down, and silence rang out through the auditorium. As the music began, her head shot up. Mumbo took note of the familiar smirk that played on her lips.

With a wicked smirk, Ariana lifted the microphone to her lips.

“You think you know me, but you never knew.
While you were playing, I was playing you.”

Mumbo tensed up at the lyrics. Scar looked at him cautiously. Clearly, he was getting the same message from Ariana’s lyrics as Mumbo was.

Ariana was now parading around the stage with powerful strides. Her hair bounced with every step she took, and every word sent shockwaves through the crowd. These were different from the last concert, however. These shockwaves weren’t fun, flirtatious, or playful. They weren’t words that sought a good time.

No, these words sought vengeance.

And Mumbo was the target.

“On and on,
I’ll keep doing what I want, I want.
Keep calling me crazy, but I’m not crazy,”

Mumbo watched Ariana, and felt a slight ache with every pointed glance she shot at him. But with that hurt also came a feeling of anger.

God, Mumbo had been so stupid. Believing her when she said she wanted something real. He should’ve known it was all a lie. He knew Ariana far too well. Knew Grian far too well.

Mumbo didn’t need to hear anymore of this. With clenched fists, Mumbo pushed his way through the crowd and out the door, completely ignoring Impulse and Scar’s confused and worried shouts behind him.

Ariana watched him carefully as he stormed out towards the door, her wicked smirk still plastered on her face. Scar took notice, confusion being the first thing he felt. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but it was clear that whatever it was, it made Grian lash out.

Scar pushed his way through the crowd. Impulse looked at him questioningly. “Just, save our seats,” Scar told him. Impulse gave a thumbs up and Scar headed outside.

Mumbo was leaning against the wall, messing with a lighter that he held in his hands. He was attempting to light a cigarette in his hands, but was seemingly having a hard time doing it.

Scar rushed over and snatched the cigarette out of Mumbo’s hand, giving him a sharp look. “Really, Mumbo? A cigarette?”

Mumbo just sighed and looked down at the lighter in his hands. “I’ve never tried smoking before,” he commented.

Scar tossed the cigarette to the ground and stomped it a few times. “Yeah,” he responded, “You were always smart enough to never do anything that stupid.”

Mumbo looked down at the ground quietly. “I wasn’t smart enough, clearly,” he mumbled.

Scar’s reproachful look melted into one of empathy and concern. “Mumbo,” he said quietly, “What is going on with you?”

Mumbo crossed his arms and stood quietly for a minute. Afterwards, he spoke. “I feel like an idiot, Scar,” he confessed, “I let this happen.”

“Let what happen?” Scar pressed. Mumbo’s fists tightened. “I let Grian lie to me. Let him tell me that he meant everything he said, that he cared, that this was something real. I believed him, Scar.”

Suddenly, Mumbo turned and looked at Scar. His face looked.. tired. Sad. Hurt. It made Scar’s chest ache. “I thought he really loved me.”

“Oh, Mumbo,” Scar sighed. He gave Mumbo a kind look. “I’m sure he does,” he said quietly. Mumbo gave him a skeptical, wounded look.

“I’m sure he doesn’t mean any of the stuff he said in there, Mumbo,” Scar said, “I think he’s just.. hurting right now. And the only thing he knows how to do is push you away. I’ve seen this before with him.”

Scar paused and looked down at the ground quietly. “I’m sure he loves you,” he said again, only this time he seemed.. sadder. Mumbo looked at Scar, who’s face had now fallen, although Mumbo wasn’t quite sure why.

They stood silently for a moment, both lost in their own sadness. After a minute, Mumbo broke the silence. “Thank you, Scar,” he said quietly. Scar nodded and gave Mumbo a sad smile. “Yeah, of course, Mumbo,” he said.

“And I’m sure all you need to do is talk to Grian,” Scar added. He gave Mumbo a reassuring smile. Mumbo gave him a kind smile in return.

“So, you wanna head back in?” Scar asked. Mumbo thought for a moment, but shook his head. “No, I think I’ll just wait till after. Maybe not seeing my face will give him a chance to cool off.”

Scar nodded quietly. “Alright, well, if you need me, I’ll be inside,” he said. Mumbo nodded. “Thanks, but I think I just need a minute to think.”

Scar nodded again and walked inside, leaving Mumbo alone in the cold night air, thinking over many things.

Chapter Text

Mumbo sat quietly in the backstage area, waiting patiently. Scar had brought him after the show ended, and Mumbo was waiting while Ariana “freshened up” in the bathroom.

Finally, she entered the room, in her stunning silver, although her hair and makeup had clearly been touched up.

“Hello, Mumbo,” she said, flashing her picture perfect smile in his direction, “Scar said you wanted to talk?”

Mumbo gave a small sigh and stood up. “Yeah, actually,” he said in a tired voice, “I did.”

“Well, tell me, pretty boy,” Ariana said with a playful grin, “What’s on your mind?”

“Did you mean it?” Mumbo asked quietly. “Everything you said out there?”

Ariana’s face dropped for a moment, becoming one of surprise.. and maybe guilt? But she quickly put her grinning mask on. Grian was the queen of masks.

“Do you think I meant it?” Ariana replied. She strode over to a mirror hanging on the backstage wall and began to mess with her bouncy ponytail.

“I think,” Mumbo began, moving so that he was just behind Ariana, “That you’re scared.”

Ariana’s face dropped again, although this time she didn’t regain her composure. “What?” she asked Mumbo. Mumbo’s eyes locked onto hers through the mirror’s reflection.

“You’re scared, Grian,” Mumbo said again, his eyes locked onto Ariana’s blue ones. “You’re scared because I’m here for you, and I don’t think you’re used to people being there for you.”

Ariana dropped her eyes away from Mumbo’s, instead looking down at the ground beneath her.

“Grian,” Mumbo sighed, “Something’s wrong, and you won’t tell me what it is. You won’t let me be here for you.”

Ariana kept her gaze on the ground, seemingly thinking about something. Suddenly, she whipped her head around and looked at Mumbo with an angry glare.

She pointed a finger at him angrily. “I don’t need you here,” she spat, “I don’t need you.”

Mumbo stared at her, shocked. “What?” he asked. Ariana kept her angry eyes locked onto Mumbo’s wounded ones. “I said, ‘I don’t need you.’ I don’t need your help, I don’t need you to rescue me, I don’t need your pity, I don’t need you Mumbo!”

She stepped forward angrily, pressing her finger onto Mumbo’s chest. “I don’t need you here.” Mumbo stared at her, before taking a step back.

“Fine,” he said quietly, “You don’t need me. I get it. You’ve made your point.” Mumbo grabbed Ariana’s hand and threw it off of his chest. He turned towards the door, seemingly about to leave, when he paused.

Mumbo turned to look back at Ariana. “But just so you know,” he said quietly, “I didn’t need you, either. I wanted you.”

And with that, Mumbo turned and exited outside, leaving Ariana alone, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

Mumbo let the door close behind him. Scar stood outside, having been waiting for Mumbo. “So, how did it go?” he asked. Mumbo shook his head quietly. Scar frowned, giving Mumbo a sympathetic look.

The drive back was silent. The air in the car felt heavy, almost suffocating. Mumbo felt like he was drowning in it.

Scar gave him a hug before he left Mumbo back at his room. Mumbo entered the empty apartment, and suddenly it felt much larger than it had before. Emptier, almost.

He sighed, dropping down into his bed. He checked his phone for any new messages or calls from Grian, but there was nothing. He sighed again and threw his phone onto the nightstand next to him. Quietly, Mumbo sunk into his mattress and fell asleep, still wearing his clothes and feelings from that night.

…

Mumbo heard a faint ringing near his side. He opened his eyes groggily and glanced around his dark room. His eyes landed on the nightstand, where his phone was buzzing quietly.

Mumbo squinted as the light from the screen hit him. He checked the time, which read 1:47 AM.

Mumbo sighed. Who on earth thought that now was the appropriate time for a phone call?

“Hello?” Mumbo asked groggily. He rubbed his eyes as he spoke. He turned on the lamp that rested on the nightstand next to him.

“Hi, is the Mumbo Jumbo?”

“Yes, this is him, how can I help you?” Mumbo replied. He tried his best to sound awake, but his attempts were feeble at best.

“Hey, there’s this girl at the bar downtown, she keeps insisting that she can drive but she’s absolutely wasted. Says she’s your girlfriend?”

Mumbo blinked a couple of times. He didn’t have a girlfriend?

“Mumbyyyy, this asshole won’t give me back my keys!” Mumbo’s eyes widened as he heard another voice over the phone. A familiar voice. Ariana.

“Oh shit, yes, I’m on my way,” Mumbo said. Whatever tiredness was clouding his mind cleared as soon as he heard Ariana’s voice. He hung up quickly and rushed to find his shoes.

For once, Mumbo didn’t put a single thought into his appearance. He didn’t even comb a hand through his hair. It seemed unimportant now. Now, all he could worry about was Grian.

He climbed into his car quickly and began to speed towards the bar. He knew where it was, it was the same bar he and Scar had visited just a few days ago. And now, Grian was there, possibly in trouble, and suddenly, the bar seemed like the most important place on the planet.

“Goodness, what were you thinking, Grian?” Mumbo said to himself as he drove. But as he sped down the dark roads, he felt an ache begin to swirl in his gut. This was his fault, wasn’t it.

He shouldn’t have said that stuff to Grian. Shouldn’t have been so insensitive. He hadn’t known anything about what Grian was going through, or why he’d lashed out at Mumbo. And instead of trying to be patient, he’d gotten angry. He’d gotten hurt. And now Grian was hurting, somewhere alone in a barstool with empty glasses scattered around him.

Oh goodness, Mumbo was worried out of his mind.

He clenched the steering wheel tighter as he drove down the dark, surprisingly empty roads of downtown. Finally, he pulled up next to the bar.

Mumbo stepped into the bar, and was immediately hit with the smell of alcohol and sweat. He kept his guard up and looked vigilantly for any sign of Ariana.

Finally, his eyes landed on her. Ariana.

She was glaring angrily over at the man behind the bar, who just kept ignoring her. Her hair was down, surprisingly, and looked tangled and unkept. Her silver dress was wrinkled and had a stain across the top of it.

The bartender’s eyes landed on Mumbo. “This one yours?” he asked, his eyes seeming bored. Mumbo sighed and nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Yes, she is,” he said.

“Oh, Mumby, thank goodness,” Ariana said, smiling when she saw Mumbo. “See, that’s my boyfriend and he is gonna kick your ass!” she exclaimed with a grin. Mumbo’s eyes widened and he began trying to frantically explain to the bartender that he was not going to kick his ass.

“Here,” the man responded, almost bored, “Take these and make sure she gets home safe,” he said, dropping Ariana’s keys in Mumbo’s hand. He nodded.

“Come on, Ariana, let’s go,” Mumbo said, grabbing her hand. The two of them made it halfway to the front door when she suddenly glared at him and yanked her hand away. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” she spat angrily.

“Grian, please,” Mumbo said tiredly. He reached for her arm again, but she slapped it away angrily. “It’s Ariana,” she said indignantly. Mumbo tried yet again to grab Ariana’s arm, but she moved away and shouted, “Leave me alone, Sam!”

Mumbo froze. “Grian,” he said quietly, “It’s Mumbo. I’m trying to take you home, remember?”

Ariana stared at Mumbo, her eyes glazed and full of anger. “Leave me alone!” she shouted again. Mumbo noticed the bartender glaring at him, clearly waiting for him to take Ariana out of the bar before she caused a scene.

Mumbo sighed, and reached for Ariana. This time, he lifted her into the air and threw her over his shoulder. “Hey, asshole, let me go!” Ariana shouted angrily. Mumbo rolled his eyes and walked towards the car. “Stop it, Grian,” he said, annoyed.

He carried her to the car and dumped her into the passenger’s seat. Carefully, he put on her seatbelt, all while she just stared at him, agitated.

Mumbo sighed again and began to drive back to Grian’s place. “Goodness, Grian,” he mumbled. As they drove, Mumbo shot a glare back at Grian. “When I said talk to someone, I didn’t mean a fucking bartender.”

“Oh, what do you care,” she replied, annoyed. It seemed like for the moment, she knew exactly who she was with and what was going on. Mumbo took this as an opportunity to speak.

“You know, believe it or not, Grian, I do care. A lot, actually,” Mumbo retorted. “I probably care a lot more than you ever did,” he added bitterly.

The rest of the drive to Grian’s apartment was spent in solemn silence. Ariana leaned against the window, arms crossed tightly across her chest. Mumbo kept his eyes on the road.

They pulled up in front of Grian’s apartment, and Mumbo helped Ariana out of the car. She stumbled a couple of times as she walked, so Mumbo offered his arm and held her close as they walked.

Mumbo took Grian’s keys from his pocket and swiftly unlocked the front door. “Careful,” he said quietly as Ariana stumbled through the door with Mumbo close behind. She leaned against the kitchen counter, looking weak. Mumbo watched her carefully.

“Are you okay, Grian?” he asked cautiously. Ariana stood silently for a moment before shaking her head and rushing to the bathroom.

She immediately fell to her knees and vomited into the toilet next to her. Mumbo followed quickly and sat beside her, carefully pulling her hair from her face. “Oh, Grian,” Mumbo said quietly.

They sat like this for a few minutes before eventually Grian leaner back into Mumbo’s arms and almost immediately fell asleep. Mumbo sighed and lifted him gently into his arms, carrying Grian to his bed.

As Mumbo carefully laid Grian down into the bed, he sighed again and watched him carefully. He looked down at Grian’s small figure worriedly. He looked so.. fragile. So sad. It worried Mumbo immensely.

He quietly placed Grian’s keys on the nightstand next to him and tried to take a step back when something caught his arm.

“Mumby..” Grian mumbled. His blue eyes stared sadly at Mumbo, half-open. “Don’t go,” he said quietly. Mumbo nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. He rested a hand on Grian’s. “Don’t worry,” he replied quietly, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Chapter Text

The next morning, Grian woke up with one hell of a headache. He blinked slowly a few times, his eyes aching in the light. The light became less of a problem, however, when Grian had a startling realization. Someone’s arm was wrapped around his waist.

“Shit,” Grian whispered to himself. He really hoped he hadn’t done something incredibly stupid last night.

He turned over slowly, careful not to wake whoever was next to him. His eyes widened as he registered Mumbo’s sleeping face next to him, his arm wrapped tightly around Grian’s waste.

Oh, well at the very least Grian might have done something somewhat-smart.

Grian sat up and placed a hand on his head. “Damn,” he mumbled. His head was pounding.

“Hmm?” Grian heard Mumbo beside him. “Grian?”

“Oh, hey.. Mumbo,” Grian said nervously. Mumbo sat up and rubbed his eyes. “How are you feeling?” Mumbo asked, looking at Grian closely.

“About as good as you can feel after a night like that..” Grian responded.

“Do you.. remember.. any of last night?” Mumbo asked out of curiosity. Grian shook his head. “No, but judging by the fact that we’re both here.. I’m guessing that it must have been pretty.. wild.”

Mumbo’s eyes widened. “No, no,” he said quickly, “Nothing like that.” He laughed a bit. “You were drunk and I went to pick you up,” Mumbo clarified.

Grian winced. Oh, that was somehow more embarrassing than his first assumption.

Grian sighed and rubbed his temples. He closed his eyes tightly, attempting to remember the events of last night. And as they began to come back to him, Grian couldn’t help but feel incredibly guilty.

“I’m sorry, Mumbo,” Grian said quietly. Mumbo sighed and wrapped an arm around Grian. “It’s alright, Grian,” he replied.

“No, really,” Grian said, pushing Mumbo’s arm away. “For everything. For the drinking, and the show, and all the stuff I said.. I am so sorry.”

Grian sat at the edge of the bed, looking down quietly. Tears were forming in his eyes. Mumbo watched him carefully. “But there’s more to that, isn’t there,” Mumbo said quietly.

“Grian,” he said, “What’s wrong?” Grian just kept staring down, his dull blue eyes locker onto the scratchy carpet.

“Please, Grian,” Mumbo pleaded, “I know something’s wrong. I want to help you, but… Grian, you need to talk to me.”

Mumbo sat down next to Grian. He placed a hand on Grian’s, causing the blonde to look up. Tears were silently welling in his eyes. Mumbo felt his heart ache at the very sight of it.

“I-” Grian began, but his voice broke. Tears fell from his eyes, dripping down to the dull grey carpet. Mumbo silently pulled Grian towards him, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug.

“Mumbo, I’m just.. so exhausted,” Grian confessed quietly. “This isn’t fun anymore. Nothing is fun anymore. Now.. everything just hurts..” Grian whispered this last part, part of him feeling guilty for confessing this.

Mumbo hugged Grian tighter. “Oh, Grian,” Mumbo whispered.

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Grian whispered. Mumbo nodded. “Then that’s it. We won’t do this anymore. No more shows, no more concerts, no more Ariana. You don’t have to do this anymore.”

Grian didn’t speak, he just leaned into Mumbo more. Mumbo sighed and held him. This lasted for a few minutes before Mumbo felt a “buzz” from his back pocket.

He pulled out his phone. Grian watched him carefully as he glanced at it. Mumbo sighed.

He stood up, leaving Grian sitting on the bed, looking up at him questioningly. “I’m so sorry,” Mumbo said quietly, “They need me at the hotel.”

Grian looked down quietly. Mumbo watched him cautiously. He dropped his phone onto the bed and rested a hand on Grian’s shoulder. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise.” Grian nodded quietly.

Mumbo walked out of the room and hurried down to his car. The sooner he left and took care of business, the sooner he could return to be with Grian.

But about fifteen minutes into the drive, Mumbo began to feel a feeling of dread pooling in his stomach. He felt himself growing nervous, although he wasn’t sure why.

Something in his mind was screaming at him to call Grian. Mumbo tried to ignore it at first and focus on just getting to work, but eventually it weighed on him too much.

He began to fumble for his phone to call Grian and check in, but he suddenly made a horrible discovery. He’d forgotten his phone.

As much as Mumbo wanted to keep going and just get to the hotel, he decided he’d turn around and drive back to Grian’s apartment.

He found himself speeding across the road, the voice in his head growing more urgent. As he arrived in the parking lot, Mumbo looked around frantically for any signs of eminent danger, but didn’t see anything.

As Mumbo walked towards Grian’s apartment door, he began to calm himself. Clearly, he'd just been overreacting and panicking over nothing. He'd been so on edge lately, they both had. Mumbo just needed to let himself calm down and unwind.

But as he reached for the door handle to Grian's apartment, Mumbo felt an uneasiness at the fact that it was still unlocked.

Mumbo let himself in. "Grian?" he called, "You left your door unlocked!" Mumbo glanced around the apartment, but he couldn't see Grian anywhere.

"Grian?" Mumbo called again, slightly more anxiously this time. He walked around the apartment, but again there was no sign of Grian in the living room or kitchen.

“Grian?” Mumbo knocked on the bedroom door, but no one answered. He opened the door, but found only the empty bedroom.

He stepped in and noticed something strange sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. Mumbo picked up a small object. His eyes widened at the realization of what it was. A pill bottle.

Mumbo shook it out of curiosity and found that it was completely empty. He read the label. Proxac.

“I didn’t know Grian was taking antidepressants,” he mumbled to himself. A growing feeling of concern was building up inside of Mumbo. He needed to find Grian.

“Grian?!“ Mumbo called frantically. “Grian?! Where are you?!”

He came to the bathroom door, but found it was locked. He knocked a few times. “Grian?! It’s Mumbo! Are you in there?” Mumbo’s blood ran cold as he heard no response from Grian’s end.

“Grian, I’m coming in!” Mumbo shouted. Again, he got no response. Mumbo backed up and threw his shoulder into the door, causing it to pop open. He looked around frantically. His heart dropped when he saw it.

Grian was laying on the floor, seemingly asleep. Mumbo quickly rushed down to him and placed a hand on his chest. Mumbo’s eyes widened. He couldn’t feel a heartbeat.

He leaned over Grian and listened carefully. Grian wasn’t breathing.

“No, no no no,” Mumbo said to himself. He lifted Grian into his arms, feeling Grian’s ice cold skin touching his. “No, no Grian please- please don’t- this can’t be real.”

Mumbo felt tears streaming down his face. He held Grian’s limp figure tight to his chest. “Grian? Grian please-” Mumbo said pleadingly. He shook Grian a bit, hoping to wake him. Hoping to maybe wake himself from what seemed like some horrible nightmare.

Mumbo reached for his phone, letting out a frustrated groan when he remembered he’d lost it. “No, no Grian,” Mumbo said angrily, “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to leave us like this, I won’t let you.”

Mumbo picked up Grian’s limp body and clutched him tightly to his chest. He quickly rushed to his car, dumping Grian into the passenger seat. Mumbo followed, quickly strapping into the driver’s seat. He began to speed to the hospital.

Mumbo gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand, the other holding Grian’s limp hand. “Please, Grian,” he said quietly, “Please just hold on a little longer.”

Mumbo hardly even processed what happened that day. As they pulled into the hospital, everything seemed to blur. The flash of lights, the sound of gurneys rolling, curtains drawing, machines whirring, and yelling. So much yelling.

The ambiance of the hospital blended together with Mumbo’s own thoughts. He paced nervously across the floor. He felt strangely numb, the only thing he felt being slightly worried.

Mumbo knew that he was more than slightly worried about Grian, though. But it seemed like every emotion he felt right now was too much, the only thing left in their place being an uneasiness in Mumbo’s stomach.

He paced for what felt like hours before Scar arrived in the hospital waiting room. Mumbo didn’t even remember calling him, but seeing Scar was one of the most relieving feelings he had ever felt.

Mumbo rushed to Scar and wrapped him in a shaky hug. Mumbo already felt tears beginning to sting his eyes, but he blinked them back. After, Scar sat down in one of the waiting room chairs. Mumbo watched Scar as he sat. He looked so exhausted. It reminded Mumbo of how Grian had looked before…

“What happened?” Scar asked afterwards, gesturing for Mumbo to sit down beside him. He handed Mumbo a small styrofoam cup filled with warm coffee.

Mumbo pressed a shaky hand to his own forehead as he took the cup and sat beside Scar. Again, he felt tears well in his eyes, but again he held them back.

“I- I just-,” Mumbo’s voice broke. Scar gently laid a hand on his shoulder. Mumbo paused and took a deep breath. “I didn’t know, Scar,” he whispered.

He looked up at Scar, his whole body beginning to shake. The weight of everything that had just happened was beginning to set in. The shock was radiating through every part of his body, shaking him to his very core.

“You didn’t know what, Mumbo?” Scar asked hesitantly. Mumbo buried his head in his hands, crumpling into his seat. “I didn’t know he was going to do this,” Mumbo whispered.

Mumbo sat quietly, tears and guilt filling him. He didn’t know that Grian was going to try this. If he had…

If he had, he wouldn’t have left..

Scar tried to offer comfort to Mumbo. “Mumbo,” he replied quietly, “None of us knew that he was going to do this.”

“But I should have!” Mumbo exclaimed suddenly. Tears spilled from his eyes. “I should have known that Grian was about to do this. I was at his house, Scar! Right before!”

Mumbo’s voice began to break. He rested his arms on his lap and clenched his fists till his knuckles were white.

Scar squeezed Mumbo’s shoulder gently and gave him a sad, sympathetic look. “Mumbo,” he said quietly, “You didn’t know.”

“I don’t know anything, Scar!” Mumbo exclaimed, tears now pouring down his cheeks. “I don’t know anything! I don’t know what to do, or what’s gonna happen, or if Grian’s going to be okay!” Mumbo’s voice broke and he slumped over quietly. “I know nothing,” he added in a broken whisper.

“Mumbo,” Scar said quietly, scooting closer to him, “It isn’t your job to hold the whole world on your shoulders. You’re just one guy.”

Mumbo turned to Scar, eyes widened in surprise. Scar gave him a small smile. He leaned back into his seat and looked up at the faded, waiting room ceiling. “You try to balance work, friends, family, relationships, it’s inevitable that some stuff might slip through the cracks eventually.”

Mumbo winced internally. So it was his fault that he hadn’t known about Grian. “But,” Scar began, noticing how Mumbo’s face fell, “Even with the simplest life, things get lost in the shuffle. Especially stuff like this, Mumbo.”

Mumbo’s eyes widened. Scar’s eyes had grown teary themselves. A few fell down Scar’s face. “Look at me, Mumbo. I don’t strive for anything that isn’t necessary. I have, like, 5 friends tops. And the casino? I barely run it anymore,” he turned to Mumbo with a sad smile. “You’re so successful, you have people who want to talk to you and thriving businesses.”

Mumbo stared at Scar, eyes widened with surprise. And then something strange happened. Mumbo’s lips curved into a strange, sad smile. And then he began to laugh.

Scar stared at him, surprised, but then he too began to leave.

Two people, alone in a hospital waiting room, both hurting over a person currently in a hospital bed somewhere, were laughing.

Mumbo felt tears rolling down his face as he continued to laugh wildly. “It- it’s so funny,” he managed between laughs, “That both of us- both- both of us are- so different- and yet- we’re both still just as sad.”

Both Mumbo and Scar’s laughter faded as he said the last bit. They sat quietly, the realization weighing on them. Scar looked down drearily. “Does this mean that we’re just going to be sad no matter what?” he asked quietly.

“I’m not sure,” Mumbo replied truthfully. They sat quietly for a moment. “Well, there is someone we know who always knew how to be happy when things were shitty,” he added.

Scar smiled to himself and both of them spoke at the same time. “Grian.”

The two of them smiled sadly. Suddenly, the waiting room door opened. There stood a woman, blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. She looked at Mumbo quietly.

“Are you the one that Grian came in with?” she asked. Mumbo nodded anxiously. She turned towards the open doors and motioned for Mumbo to follow. “We have some things we’d like to talk to you about, Mr. Jumbo.”

…

The two walked silently through the corridors of the hospital. Mumbo fiddled with his coat anxiously.

They entered a hospital room. The curtain was drawn around the bed, but Mumbo was sure of who was behind it. He had to hold himself back from pulling the curtain back to see Grian.

They stopped outside the curtain. The doctor gave Mumbo a small smile. She extended a hand to Mumbo, which he took. “I’m Doctor Symmetry,” she said, giving Mumbo a quick handshake.

Mumbo nodded in response, although he hardly cared who she was. All he cared about at this point was Grian.

The doctor, noticing Mumbo’s anxious look, gave him a small smile. “He should be alright,” she said. Mumbo looked at her, suddenly listening with his full attention. “We put him under for a while, though, so that his brain can recover.”

Mumbo frowned anxiously. “So.. he’s.. in a coma?” he asked worriedly. The doctor nodded after a moment. “Yes,” she replied shortly, “But there’s nothing to worry about. A medically induced coma is necessary for him to heal properly.”

“You see,” she continued, “His brain was without oxygen for a bit of time. If you hadn’t rushed him here when you did, he probably wouldn’t have even survived.”

She placed a hand on Mumbo’s shoulder reassuringly and offered a small smile. “You saved his life, Mumbo.”

Mumbo’s stomach twisted. He didn’t feel like a hero. He felt guilty. If he had noticed Grian’s behavior… if he had known what Grian was going to do… he wouldn’t have had to save him in the first place.

The doctor frowned and looked away for a moment. “I do want to discuss something with you, though.”

“Yes?” Mumbo questioned. The doctor wore a serious expression. “Mumbo,” she said, looking at Mumbo with a concerned look, “We did notice some.. concerning marks on Grian.”

“Marks?” Mumbo questioned, raising an eyebrow, “What kind of marks?” The doctor glanced over at the drawn curtains for a moment. “Grian has some.. bruises.. on his arms that I wanted to discuss with you.”

“Bruises?” Mumbo looked worriedly at the doctor, raising his arms defensively. “Look, if you’re implying I did anything to him-,” Mumbo began angrily, but the doctor raised her hand. “No, no, nothing like that,” she responded. “We aren’t talking about those kinds of bruises.”

The doctor began to pull a few papers from a clipboard beside them. Mumbo watched her worriedly. Finally, she pulled out a photo of what appeared to be Grian’s arm. On it were bruises in strange shapes, almost like they were running up his arms.

“These kinds of bruises,” the doctor began, “Are signs of drug use. In this instance, we believe the drug in question is heroine.”

Mumbo’s eyes widened. He took the photos and looked at them closer. They were on Grian’s arms, and his legs. Mumbo’s stomach twisted into a knot. “Oh my god,” he said to himself, “What have you gotten yourself into Grian?”

“When he’s released, we’ll do an evaluation and send him home with you, so that way he’s got someone to supervise him,” the doctor added. Mumbo nodded in response.

She gestured for him to sit down as she drew the curtains. Grian laid still, his chest rising with the steady rhythm of artificial breaths. He looked so.. peaceful.. in Mumbo’s mind. Like all the weight that had weighed on Grian’s for so long was finally gone. It made Mumbo feel eerie, knowing how he’d gotten that peace in the first place.

“I’ll leave you alone for now,” she said, “Here’s my phone number if you ever need anything or have any questions about Grian’s treatments.”

Mumbo nodded quietly, taking the card the doctor handed to him. He sighed as he glanced over at Grian, his brow furrowed in worry.

He watched Grian closely, looking over every part of him. He seemed so small now, so quiet. The silence of the hospital room was more suffocating than the silence of the car ride there.

Mumbo dragged his chair closer to Grian’s bedside. He rested a hand on Grian’s own, and rested his head in the other. Mumbo sat quietly, watching Grian’s chest rise and fall steadily, his eyes shut peacefully.

Mumbo felt tears begin to sting his eyes. A few rolled down his cheek as he clutched Grian’s hand tightly. “I’m so sorry,” Mumbo whispered, “I should have known.”

Mumbo just held Grian’s hand tightly and cried, the only other sounds accompanying him being the steady beeping of the monitors and the quiet whirring of machines.

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The days passed steadily after that. They played out about the same, with Mumbo spending every waking hour by Grian’s bedside. He hadn’t been to the hotel in about a week. He didn’t really care much anymore.

Scar stopped by every day to check on both Grian and Mumbo. He brought Mumbo food, since Mumbo insisted on staying with Grian all day. Scar would sit with the two of them, talk with Mumbo, he even began to catch him up on any of the business deals he was absent for.

The days went by slowly, each following the same pattern of Mumbo sitting and talking with Grian, Scar coming by around lunchtime, and the doctor or a nurse popping in every once in a while. Mumbo began to feel a comfort in the familiarity of it all, in the steady beeping of monitors and quiet hospital room television that ran the same old movies.

It had been a little over a week since Grian had been admitted to the hospital. A jar of wilting flowers sat on the bedside table, filling the room with a somewhat sad perfume. Mumbo sat in the chair next to Grian, his head beginning to sink as he fell asleep.

Mumbo hardly noticed when the doctor stepped into the room. She looked at Mumbo and shook him gently. Mumbo looked at her tiredly, taking note of the syringe in her hand.

He looked at her questioningly. She nodded and gave Mumbo a small smile. “It’s time,” she said quietly. Mumbo sat up and watched her closely.

She took the syringe and injected its contents into the IV that connected to Grian’s arm. Mumbo watched closely, waiting for any change.

The doctor glanced at her watch. “It should take effect in about 30 minutes, but it may take longer for him to wake up.” She looked at Mumbo with a sympathetic look. “He’s going to be okay, Mumbo. Don’t worry. Sometimes recovery just… takes time.”

Mumbo nodded quietly and sunk into the chair once more, although his exhaustion had been replaced with an anxious feeling in his stomach. He watched Grian carefully, but nothing changed. Grian just continued to sleep quietly, his chest rising and falling with the steady beat of his own breathing.

Hours passed, and nothing changed. Mumbo kept glancing over at Grian, but he remained sound asleep in the hospital bed. Scar came and went, along with the daylight itself.

Mumbo was now sunk into the uncomfortable hospital armchair, fast asleep. The TV mumbled quietly as an old movie played. Mumbo didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary that day..

..until there was.

It was about two in the morning when something happened. Normally, visitors would be gone by then, since visiting hours would be over. But on this particular night, the doctor decided to let Mumbo stay. She felt he needed the rest, and maybe it would be good for the both of them.

So Mumbo slept heavily in the armchair, the only sounds being his quiet snores and the ambiance of the TV. And then there was another sound.

A small, quiet whisper came from somewhere in the room. It was so faint, Mumbo didn’t even here it. That was until it happened again.

Mumbo opened his eyes, his head still clouded with the fogginess of sleep. It felt incredibly similar to how he’d felt when he’d gotten that phone call from mthe bar. Although, it wasn’t the ringing of a phone that had woken him. Instead, he’d been awakened by a faint voice. A voice Mumbo knew all too well.

“M-Mumbo?”

Mumbo shot up in his seat, eyes wide with surprise. He stared at the bed, tears beginning to well in his eyes.

“Grian?” Mumbo asked quietly. Part of him wondered if this was a dream, or if he had mistaken what he’d heard. But as he stared into the familiar blue eyes of Grian, he never felt more awake in his life.

He walked slowly to the bedside, kneeling down next to it. Grian looked up at Mumbo, his blue eyes looking tired but full of joy at Mumbo’s presence.

“Grian,” Mumbo said quietly. He suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around Grian, burying his head in Grian’s chest. Grian felt tears begin to run down his own face, but he welcomed them gladly. For once in his life, these were tears of joy.

Mumbo pulled away and stared at Grian sadly. “I am so sorry,” he mumbled, “I am so so sorry. I should have been there- I shouldn’t have left you like that- I should have-”

Before Mumbo could finish Grian just leaned in for another hug. He wrapped his tired arms around Mumbo. “I’m sorry that I left like that,” he said quietly. Mumbo felt tears roll down his face.

The two of them just sat, holding each other, both overwhelmed with emotions. Neither of them had ever felt so happy to see a person as they felt when they saw each other. It was a connection that neither Grian nor Mumbo had experienced before.

And as the night melted into day, and as the cycle of quiet hospital visits and forgettable movies, something more was formed. A welcome break in the cycles of sadness and boredom that had taken control of both Grian and Mumbo’s lives.

Grian, who had done so much with himself, had still felt an emptiness. A boredom with life, never feeling truly full or entertained, no matter how fun he tried to make it.

Mumbo, who had accomplished so much business wise, and who had money, a solid career, but still felt alone, and found himself drifting from the only people he’d felt true happiness with.

Both of them hadn’t felt the satisfaction or joy of life. They had been drowning in the mundane patterns that had consumed their actions and they both had wanted it to be done with.

But now, as they held each other, feeling the pain of potential loss, they realized that what they had been searching for, the wholeness they had longed for, came in the form of each other’s loving embrace.

And they couldn’t have felt any more whole than when they felt the relief of seeing one another.

…

Mumbo hummed quietly in his office. He’d set a timer for himself so that he could be out of the office on time. He planned to meet with Scar at the cafe for their weekly hangout.

He heard a knock on the door of his office. “Yes? Come in!” he called, placing the papers he’d been reading on the desk. A man stepped in. Mumbo smiled kindly.

“Oh, BDubs,” he said, “What’s going on?” The worker, BDubs, stepped forward, his phone in hand. “Did you hear?” he asked. Mumbo looked at him questioningly. “Hear? Hear about what?”

BDubs held up his phone to show Mumbo. Mumbo’s eyes widened in surprise. The screen showed a news article about a preformed dying of a drug overdose.

“I can’t believe she’s dead! You would have never guessed that she had been taking drugs, huh,” BDubs commented.

Mumbo nodded quietly. “Yeah, that’s a shock. I was just at one of her shows a few months ago,” he replied.

BDubs’ eyes widened in surprise. “You are an Ariana Griande fan?” he asked. Mumbo nodded. “Yeah, I was a friend of hers at one point.”

“Oh my goodness,” BDubs said, “I’m so sorry. Are you going to be alright?”

Mumbo sighed and nodded again. “Yeah, it was a long time ago,” he said quietly. BDubs nodded and went back to his own work, leaving Mumbo in the quiet of his now empty office.

He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed someone. After a few rings, someone picked up. “Hello?”

“Really?” Mumbo asked accusingly. He heard a laugh on the other end of the phone. “So, sounds like you heard.”

“Grian, you faked your death?” Mumbo asked. “Couldn’t you just have.. had Ariana retire or something??”

“I could have,” Grian replied on the other end, “But I never want to go back to what I was.”

Mumbo sat quietly for a moment before nodding. “So, will I have the pleasure of seeing you tonight, Mumbo Jumbolio?” Grian asked. His grin was audible through the phone.

Mumbo rolled his eyes. “I told you to stop calling me that,” he said in an annoyed tone, although a small smile tugged at his lips. Grian laughed in response.

“Yes, I will see you later,” Mumbo said, smiling. “Alright! See you then!” Grian said excitedly. A small click indicated the end of the phone call.

Mumbo let out an amused chuckle before placing his phone down. He smiled to himself as he checked the time.

Goodness, Mumbo was glad he’d agreed to this.