[I am still catching up from my attempt to get captain sparklez through lmaoooo] Hey - Hey @mochiwrites for voting w me a few days ago - some polytechs!!!
Iskall crowded into Grian’s space a little bit more, narrowing their eyes. Grian’s nuisance of a grin was barely contained on his face as his wings spread out wide, framing him and Iskall in a red, blue, green, and yellow color scheme. “Looking for something?” Grian asked, tilting his head slightly at Iskall’s less-than-pleased expression.
“Did you purposefully sabotage that last vault run?” The bearded person whispered, leaning in a little bit closer. The bionic eye couldn’t narrow, but Grian swore it did anyway.
His grin grew ever wider, and he leaned so that his face was a mere few inches from Iskall’s. “Now why would I ever do that, love of my life?” he asked, his voice teasing.
“You do love to see me fail, I swear,” Iskall said, shaking their head and thumping Grian’s nose. This was obviously not what the avian wanted as he made a put out noise and crossed his arms as Iskall leaned back.
“What’re the two of you doing?” came another voice, Mumbo’s, as he walked into the room to dump a broken piece of Iskall’s gear into the corner of other things he needed to fix. Grian tilted his head slightly to see it from behind Iskall and snorted a bit.
“It’s like you snapped it over your knee,” he said.
“More like I snapped it with my body when I fell on top of it because someone told me there wasn’t a redstone trap,” Iskall replied, squinting once again at Grian. Grian just giggled and uncrossed his legs before climbing off the table. His pout returned full force when Iskall was quick to give Mumbo a peck on the cheek before they started removing their armor and other tools.
“Grian looks like a soaked duckling,” Mumbo said with a little laugh, walking over to his workstation where a multitude of redstone components and Iskall’s other broken gear lay spread out for him to work on. He reached over and kissed Grian’s hand as a bit of a soothe.
“Iskall won’t kiss me!” Grian threw his hands up in the air with such force he nearly clocked Mumbo in the face.
“He purposefully sent me into a redstone trap when I was doing very well in a vault, thank you very much.” Iskall rolled their eyes, but they seemed to come to an impasse because they walked over and gave Grian a kiss on the cheek. That perked Grian right up and caused him to look very pleased with himself.
Mumbo laughed and leaned back in his chair to look at both of them. “So, the usual antics, I see?” he asked.
“What else am I supposed to do. Looking at a map for days on end is boring and I wanted Iskall to come home,” Grian said, worming his way into Iskall’s arms to look up at them with his pleased grin still plastered on his face.
“Well I can’t argue with that logic,” Mumbo said, waving a screwdriver in the air before turning back to his work.
Iskall scoffed and went to say more, but Grian decided to steal away the kiss he’d been so desperately waiting for and that shut the other right up.
