Grumbo Oneshots

3: Mi ocelle

 "-And I've been telling Iskall to be careful when caving but he doesn't seem to listen to me very well. But that was a given i guess, huh Grian?" Mumbo rambled, his eyes flitting over to the red sweater clad boy. When he didn't get an answer from the boy, Mumbo grew confused. "Grian?"

 Setting down his pick-axe, Mumbo wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. They had been spending the entire day grinding resources, preparing for videos, and materials for their bases. Waking up early that morning, they met up and immediately got started on grinding. While working well through the day, they talked about campaigning, their friends, building, whatever came to mind. 

 Walking around the corner to their shulker boxes, Mumbo saw the sun was beginning to set, and Grian was propped up against a wall. His head hung between his shoulders, his hair blocking his face from view, but Mumbo could hear his soft snores. Shaking his head at the passed out hermit, Mumbo made his way toward him, first taking the pick-axe steadily slipping from his small hands. Making sure to carefully set Grian's items in a near by chest, Mumbo picked up the boy from the wall. 

 He had to jostle him a little, the movement made Grian groan in protest. "Shh, it's alright Gri- Just gonna fly us back home."Mumbo shushed him, Positioning Grian's legs on either side of his waist, his arms tucked easily between their bodies. 

 "You're home, Mumbo." Grian mumbled, tilting his head up to bump the top of his head to Mumbo's chin affectionately. Mumbo could only smile fondly, ignoring the sleep-drunk words of his friend.  

 Mumbo took out his rockets, one arm dedicated to holding Grian to him as he shot off toward the sleeping boy's base. As they soared over the oceans, trees, and other hermit's, Mumbo couldn't help but glance down at Grian every chance he could get. 

 The way Grian's eyelashes laid softly over his cheeks, casting shadows over his freckles in the moonlight. The light part of his lips letting out easy breaths every few seconds. The way his hands were tangled in Mumbo's suit lapels, holding onto him even in his sleep in fear he may leave. Mumbo made sure to look up every once and a while, careful with the boy in his arms.

 Finally arriving to Grian's base, Mumbo flew in through the open door, landing as softly as he was able to manage. He walked around the building to find the boys room, but couldn't find anything like it. 

 He instead found an open area filled to the brim with unorganized chests and shulker boxes, a single red sheeted bed in the center. Rolling his eyes with an easy smile, Mumbo walked the sleeping boy to his bed, pulling back the rumpled covers, and setting the small boy under the blanket. 

 Mumbo made sure to take off Grian's shoes, covering him thoroughly. Mumbo was just about to leave, but second guessed himself. He looked back at the boy, feeling like his heart was swelling with a thick-warmness, inflating and strangling him. He sat on the edge of the bed, brushing back a stray strand of hair on Grian's forehead. 

 Smiling fondly, he couldn't help but lean down, lightly kissing the sleeping hermit's eyelid. "Good night, G-Man." He muttered, brushing his thumb along Grian's cheek before standing and leaving out the front door. 

 As he flew home, he couldn't help the warmness that flooded to his cheeks. His heart pounding out of his chest and lungs creaking with the inability to breathe properly. 

 "I-No. I can't" He muttered to himself, landing at the top of the center of his base. Sitting with his legs handing over the side, he ran a hand through his raven hair in mock annoyance. 

 "I... I love him." He whispered surprised. Looking at his shaking hands, "I love my best-friend." He looked toward the moon, a small smile on his face.