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Grian wakes up with a stuffy nose.
The avian sighs.
He hates it when his allergies act up.
The avian pulls himself out of his nest and into his bathroom.
He opes up his medicine cabinet, pulling out a box of decongestants.
Grian quickly reads the instructions before popping two tablets into his mouth.
He puts the box back, turning the water on, and cupping his hands under the cool stream.
The avian brings the liquid up to his lips, drinking the water, and swallowing the pills.
He yawns, stretching, before going back to his room to change.
Once he is changed, he grabs a slice of bread and an apple before flying off to work on his building project.
-♡-
Grian is so exhausted.
he only woke up, what? 45 mins ago?
He yawns, sitting down in front of the shulker he was going through.
'A small nap couldn't hurt.' he tells himself, letting his eyes fall closed.
His red, yellow, blue wings wrap over his body like two giant feathery blankets.
-♡-
The screaming sound of rockets nearby jolt the avian awake.
"Hey mate." Mumbo says, landing near the chest monster Grian has created, and approaching the avian.
" 'ey Mumbo." Grian says tiredly.
"How much sleep did you get?" Mumbo asks, crouching in front of the shulker Grian was sleeping on, opposite of the avian.
"A full night." Grian says, grabbing a tissue from a pocket in his trousers, blowing his nose into it.
"Are you coming down with something?" Mumbo asks, pressing the back of his hands to Grian's forehead.
"No." Grian says softly, trying not to lean into the touch to much.
"You don't have a fever." Mumbo states, pulling his hand away.
"It's just allergies." Grian says, wanting the touch back (sue him, he gets more touch hungry when his does not feel good).
"Hmm." Mumbo hums, "Lets get you home." he says, "can you walk?"
"Yeah." Grian says, standing up.
Mumbo offers him his hand and they walk back to Grian's base.
When they get to Grian's base, the avian changes back into his pajamas.
Mumbo comes back from the bathroom, where he was changing into a pair of his pajamas Grian stole at some point, knowing Grian would want some snuggles.
"Is there anything you did this morning differently from than normal." Mumbo asks.
"I woke up with a stuffed nose, and too some decongestants." Grian says, sitting down in his nest, cross legged.
Mumbo goes back into Grian's bathroom.
When he comes back, he is holding two boxes of medicine.
A light blue one in one hand, and a dark blue in the other.
"Which one did you take mate?"
Grian points to the dark blue one.
"Mate that's the night time one." Mumbo says, "It makes you drowsy so you can sleep at night."
"Opps." Grian says.
Mumbo sighs fondly at the bird's mistake, walking back to the bathroom to put the boxes away.
When he comes back he speaks, "Your going to have to sleep that off."
"That, I can do." Grian says, flopping back into his nest, wings sprawling out behind himself.
Mumbo crawls into the nest, laying down.
He roles Grian over, laying him on top of him, chest to chest.
"I love you." Mumbo whispers like it's a secret, to Grian as the avian closes his eyes.
Grian's wings twitch before covering both hermit's in a big warm hug instead of a blanket.