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Grian was supposed to meet Mumbo at his house, so they would walk to Scar’s together for a date, but Grian never showed up and Mumbo starts to get worried.
Mumbo shoots Grian a message on his communicator.
<MumboJumbo> Grian where are you? We have a date with Scar tonight.
No response.
He waits for ten more minutes, gives up, and equips his elytra, and flies to Grian’s base.
He lands outside, and unequips his elytra.
Mumbo fixes his suit jacket, then knocks on the door.
No response.
“Grian, It’s Mumbo!” he yells, knocking a little louder.
No response.
“Grian I’m coming in!” Mumbo shouts, about to kick the door open.
He stops and tries the doorknob.
It opens.
Mumbo sheepishly laughs to himself that the door was unlocked.
“Grian!” he says, shutting the door, and looking around for the avian.
He sees Grian’s bedroom door is open a crack.
He walks up to the door, and knocks on the door frame, before letting himself in.
He looks around the room, eyes landing on the bed, piled high with blankets, pillows, feathers, and clothing of the other hermits (they did not want, or were anymore). In the middle of this pile lies Grian, eyes closed, and asleep.
Mumbo places a hand on Grian’s shoulder to gently shake him awake.
“Grian, wake up, we have a date tonight with Scar.” Mumbo says, shaking the blond.
Grian slowly opens his eyes, sits up, sneezes, then mumbles, “I’m sorry let me get ready.”
He pulles himself out to bed, and stumbles as he walks over to his closet.
“Grian, you feeling okay?” Mumbo asks, walking over, concern written over his face.
Grian turns to him, and his face looks flushed and his eyes glassy.
Mumbo presses the back of his hand to Grian’s head.
“no , you're not going anywhere.” Mumbo says, pulling his hand away, causing Grian to produce a whine from the back of his throat, “I’m texting Scar to come over.” he says, messaging Scar, on his communicator.
“Nooo,” Grian wines, “I’m fine!”
“No, you do this every time you get sick.” Mumbo says, “you don’t tell anyone, then protests when we find out, and try to help you.” he says, then scoops the avian up in his arms.
Grian gives little protest, instead melting into Mumbo’s hold.
Mumbo carefully lays Grian back down in his nest.
He pulls a chair up to the edge of the bed, and takes off his suit jacket, laying it over the back of the chair.
He cafuné Grian, as he waits for Scar.
-♡-
<MumboJumbo> change of plans, Grian got sick. Can you come to his base?
<GoodTimeWithScar> Okay, I’m bringing Jellie.
“Well, looks like we are going on an adventure.” Scar says, putting his communicator back in his pocket, “Grian is sick.” he says, to Jellie, who is lounging on one of the dining table chairs.
Scar grabs his cane, and walks out of his base, Jellie at his heels.
-♡-
“I’m here folks.” Scar says, walking into Grian’s room, Jellie runs from the doorway, and rubs up against Mumbo’s leg, purring happily.
“Hey Scar.” Mumbo says, removing his hand from Grian’s hair, “sorry I never came over.”
“It’s fine.” Scar says, walking over, “we can always reschedule.”
Scar, sits on the edge of Grian’s bed next to where Mumbo is sitting in a chair, “so what are we going to do?” he asks, as Jellie jumps up in his lap.
He scratches her ear, causing her to pur softly.
“I think he has that avian flu that's going around.” Mumbo says.
“The poor birdie caught a cold.” Scar cooes softly, well gently caressing Grian’s cheek.
“I’m going to go see if he has any fire ress positions, for the fever.” Mumbo says, standing up.
“Okay, I’ll keep him company.” Scar says, as Mumbo leaves the room.
Jellie jumps off Scar’s lap, and lays down on Grian’s rising, and falling chest, curling up, and purring softly.
Scar smiles.
Mumbo walks back in, holding two glass vials.
“I found fire resistance for the fever.” he says, “now we just need to get him to drink it.”
“ C'mer Jellie.” Scar says, pulling the cat off Grian's chest.
Mumbo sets the vials down on the nightstand, and slides a hand under Grian’s back, pulling him up into a sitting position, causing Grian to wake up.
Mumbo sits down on the bed next to Scar, and grabs one of the vials with his free hand.
He hands the vial to Scar, and he uncorks it, then hands it back to Mumbo.
Mumbo presses the mouth of the bottle to Grian’s lips.
“Drink.” Mumbo instructs, before slowly pouring the potion into Grian’s mouth.
As Grian swallows, Mumbo sets the bottle back down on the stand next to him.
He lowers Grian back down into the nest.
“That should help lower the fever for now,” he says, “I say we find something to eat.” he says standing up.
“Yes.” Scar agrees, letting Jellie jump back on Grian.
-♡-
They come back into Grian’s room after eating.
“He is so cute when he is asleep.” Scar cooes, crossing his wrists over his chest, and smiling.
Mumbo walks up to the bed, and lays the back of his hand on Grian’s forehead.
“I think his fever broke.” Mumbo reports.
“Good.” Scar says, laying his cane on the floor, and crawling into the nest with Grian.
Scar curls up next to Grian on his right.
“C’mon, darling.” Scar says, beckoning Mumbo to join him.
Jellie mewes at Mumbo from her spot curled up on Grian’s chest.
“Fine.” Mumbo sighs, laying at Grian’s left, opposed to Scar.
He lays on his side, and plays with Grian hair with one hand, and curls the other around Grian’s waist.
He presses a kiss to the side of the avian’s head, before falling asleep.
-♡-
Grian awakes to morning light pouring in through his windows.
He feels a weight atop his chest.
He cracked open an eye, and is met with the green eyes of a cat.
“Hi Jellie.” Grian says, his voice a little scratchy, “where’s Scar?” he asks the cat.
She meows a response.
Grian looks around his nest, and sees Scar curled up on his right, and Mumbo on his left, with an arm around his waist.
Grian lets out a soft chirp.
He curls his wings around the vex hybrid, and human before slipping back into unconsciousness.