Word Count : 1365

Requested by : 11Mikirgy11

Warnings : Slight body horror, persona shipping- could be seen as platonic or just crushing, depends on the person.

I also only wrote with Grian and Mumbo because they are the two I am most comfortable and familiar with writing certain stories like this one.

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Grian loves a lot of things- he loves his friends, he loves the color red and he loves drawing.

Grian just loves a lot of things, so why not just do everything he loves at the same time?
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Grian stared up at Mumbo from his place on the ground. The mustached hermit had yet to akknowledge his presence but he couldn't have cared at this point.

Sitting in his lap was his very well used sketch padd and held in his dominate hand was the pen that went along with it.

All Grian had been doing was watching his black haired friend just wander and think. Shifing himself and his wings every now and then.

Mumbo was apparently adding a couple more mechanical and techy bits to his base, clearly very lost in whatever he was doing. Grian had lost track on how many times Mumbo just forgot about the rest of the server and just worked.

Maybe it was a bad thing, but for Grian- it gave him a chance to get a simple figure in a simple environment for one of his drawings.

Grian turned his eyes back down to his sketch padd and continued to add the finishing touches to his main outline. His large bird wings huddled close to him and kept him incircled within them.

"It needs... a... thing." Mumbo muttered, turning on his heel.

Grian blinked, pressing the lock button on the digital page he had finished before he added another layer to work overtop of it. He turned his head up and finally broke his silence.

"Needs what kind of thing?"

Grian bit back a smirk as he watched Mumbo jump a fair ways into the air and land firmly on a pile of shulker boxes he had laying out- yelping out in startlement.

Mumbo stayed in his shocked position with the same wide eyed expression before his big red eyes locked with Grian's.

"My gods, Grian," Mumbo gasped, placing a hand over his heart. "You scared the living daylights out of me."

Grian giggled. "Obviously." He replied, his wings shivering on their own like a muscle reflex.

Groaning, Mumbo clambered down from the shulker boxes he had sprung up on in his panic. "How long have you even been there?" He questioned, a lighter tone slowly replacing the startled and stressed one.

Grian paused and glanced at his wrist, then remembered he didn't have a watch and opted to shrug his shoulders instead. "Uh, I'm not sure. For awhile at least. Long enough for me to draw this."

With a smile, Grian held up his sketch padd and faced the screen towards Mumbo.

Squinting at the screen at first, Mumbo eventually brought himself to walk away from his base project and crouch down in front of his shorter hermit friend and get a good look at the line art.

"Whoa, you drew all of that from just watching me?" Mumbo asked, his red eyes shifting from the padd to Grian and locking eyes with him. Amazement laced his voice as he waited for his peer to answer.

Grian froze for a moment, feeling his heart skip a beat. Mumbo always did have such lovely and attractive eyes. A lot of the hermits did, but Grian always loved to watch Mumbo's the most.

Forcing out a shy chuckle, Grian ducked his head and nodded, sinking back into his wings as if to hide himself. "Uh, yeah, I did. With a couple of adjustments to the pose and scenery around said pose..." Grian stated before his cheeks became tinted over with a light pink.

"It-it's supposed to be you." He added shyly.

Mumbo smiled, but he looked ever so confused at the comment. "Supposed to be me? Like, you tried to draw me while I was moving?"

Grian nodded. "I still need to add the coloring and shading that I want, but- I can show you some of my completed works."

Mumbo's eyes lit up. "Really? I can see some of them?"

Without thinking, Grian surrendered his sketch padd to Mumbo after making sure that the work he was still editing saved and exiting off of it.

Mumbo carefully took the padd and began to scroll among Grian's gallery of completed works.

His amazement seemed to soar at the sight of the completed ones.

There was a drawing of Xisuma and False sparing with each other. False was leeping into the air with her training sword aimed down to strike a prepared XisumaVoid.

Another drawing had Bdubs and Wels laying next to each other curled up and surrounded by blankets and pillows. Both hermits appeared sound asleep and very peaceful.

One of the final drawings Mumbo peered at was one of Doc, Iskall and TFC all just chatting casually in the shopping district as friends. Doc was the one that looked like he was telling the other two a story.

Mumbo stared at the drawings for a second longer before he finally managed to tear his eyes away.

He looked back up at Grian, who wore an anxious expression. "These were so beautiful!"

Grian's cheeks went pinker at the compliment. "You-You like them?"

"Like them? I love them!" Mumbo exclaimed. "They capture so much detail, lighting and emotions! And its all captured in one perfect frame!" He praised, handing the sketch padd back to its owner.

Grian turned the padd off and tucked it back into his inventory before bowing his head. "I'm glad you like them."

"Does anyone else know that you can draw so well?" Mumbo questioned.

Grian only replied with a shrug before he rose to his feet. "I should get going. I gotta get back to my base and feed Professor Beak."

Mumbo stood up as well, watching as the shorter Hermit spread out his wings to take off. "You'll show me the finished product of your drawing right?"

Grian turned to Mumbo and nodded, offering him a bright smile. "Of course."

And with that, Grian turned and flew off to his base.

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Grian powered on his sketch padd once more. The sky had darkened to signify nightfall. Most of the hermits would have been getting to bed, or simply laying up for the time being like Grian was.

Others might have still been out working on whatever projects they still had.

Grian knew that those hermits wouldn't last long, especially when night patrol hermits swung by.

But no- Grian was being good tonight and going to bed to get some decent sleep after he checked up on a couple of things on his padd.

His mind kept wandering back to Mumbo's words that he had said to him that afternoon.

Grian's mind in general just kept wandering back to the compliments and praises Mumbo had given him, along with the brightened expression Mumbo had when viewing the images.

Grian sighed to himself, scrolling through his gallery.

"Oh Mumbo, you silly spoon." He said, speaking to himself in a quiet voice.

His finger stopped swipping when he reached the last drawing. A drawing of three men standing in traditional Japanese High School uniforms.

One of the men- the man drawn on the far right out of the three- had his face completely scratched out to hell. There was no visible facial feature on the man, nor would there ever be one.

The far left man had a halo drawn over his head, but his face was clearly blotted out by purposeful black coloring over his eyes.

The middle man simply had a light purple mask drawn over his face with a symbol Grian would never forgot and forever despite.

Grian glared coldly at the drawn man at the right.

"Thank you for not scrolling to the beginning, Mumbo." Grian stated before exiting off the image and scrolling all the way back to the most recent drawing and powering off his sketch padd.

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Fin