#very soft

Eclipse.

can you tell I don't know how to draw furries do you know how much of a bitch it was to draw Frost

Master Diluc's priorities: Checking the evening intel❌ Checking Kaeya out✅

Jeeves speaking French, for your pleasure!

Mumbo stares at his phone for a second and considers replaying the voice note for the third time, there's still laughter in his throat a few hours later as he keys in Grian's number - "Mumbo?" And Grian picking up barely through the first ring has his cheeks feeling warm already - it's been a while since Grian's reached out, kinda radio silence since he and Vicky left for vacation. Not that he's been any better about it. "You sound a little-" he starts with a soft and very fond chuckle - he knows he's pressing his phone a bit closer to his ear, trying to listen to Grian's quiet breathing on the other side of the line, "people are gonna think you're desperate carrying on like this." "Well I am a little," Grian says, easy as anything, his voice noticeably tired from recording and talking all afternoon already, "I miss you, mate." He probably doesn't need to say it back, but he hopes it's obvious enough in his voice that he misses Grian too - so much so that Vicky's tried to nudge him into calling a few times this trip already - Their thing is still unnamed, off and on so constantly that Mumbo still needs Grian to be the one to reach out first and the voice note, even if it ends up being just a bit for the audience, feels like the start of something again. "We're coming home soon," Mumbo promises - they're still a week out but by the time the series gets posted, he and Vicky will be getting ready to leave. He can't deny that he wants to see Grian again, that he thinks about feeling Grian's weight shifting above him all the time. There's a small pause and Mumbo wonders if Grian's holding the phone close like he is, if he's thinking about the same things - he takes a careful breath and ignores the way his stomach starts to get all twisted up from even just talking to Grian for under five minutes. "Are you gonna leave that in?" he asks, instead of voicing the hundred other things racing through his head - "The voice note?" Grian asks with a quiet laugh, "Yeah, why not? Everyone already knows, you know? It's not the first unhinged thing I've done about you. Won't be the last." Mumbo laughs again, a little forced chuckle that's just to hide the desperately needy sound that's building up in his chest - "There another shrine in my future?" "Maybe," another pause, like Grian's weighing out what he says next, "Would it get you back here any faster?" And there's something so soft in Grian's voice - "Could do, you should try it out."

Seb ASMR - educating about the harbor porpoise (🇩🇪)

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