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Grian stood on the rooftop of his manor, looking at the view. The glow of the setting sun cast a calm feeling over the entire area. However, his small moment of peace was interrupted by the sound of rockets below. Looking over the side of the roof, he spotted Mumbo approaching, looking up to find Grian.
"There you are, Grian!" Mumbo called out with a grin. "I was wondering where you'd disappeared to."
Grian chuckled, leaning against the wall next to him. "I just needed a moment to myself, y'know. The head hunt is taking its toll."
Mumbo nodded in understanding, using his elyta, joining Grian's side and also admiring the view of the jungle. "I can imagine. It feels like everyone's at each other's throats lately."
Grian sighed. "Tell me about it. It's like everyone's forgotten it's just a game. And the pranks... I swear, if I find one more TNT minecart in my storage room..."
Mumbo snickered, bumping his shoulder against Grian's. "You know it's all in good fun. Besides, you're the king of pranks, G. You can't really blame anyone for retaliating."
Grian's wings flicked in irritation as he crossed his arms. "Yeah, but I don't booby-trap people's chests when they're trying to build something serious." He shot Mumbo a look.
Mumbo held up his hands defensively, though the grin didn’t fade from his face. "Okay, okay fair point!"