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Photograph - Grian

i know it's short, i just wanted to get something out :D im sorry it's grian againnnnnnnn im trying to work on something- might possibly be tango but angsty

y'all are gonna hate me

Grian brushed aside the junk in his shulker box, flowers and bones and a few random buckets and bowls. That's how it was with Grian's 'storage system'. Messy. He had even made a whole machine this time, problem was, he never actually used it. The pile of chests and shulker boxes was stacked right next to the sorter, but Grian couldn't be bothered to insert them into the system.

The hermit frowned as his hands brushed the cold bottom of the shulker shell, and he pushed his palms around a few more times before straightening up and stretching. He kicked the shulker box, letting some frustration show, before letting out a short yelp and losing his balance, falling over with a thud. 'That's what you get when you kick a heavy, hard shulker box full of items.' He thought miserably, laying back and staring up at his ceiling.

Grian had promised Mumbo he would find his stack of messages- y'know, the ones he had sent in the minecart to his fellow hobbit hole dweller. Mambo evidently had some use for them, for 'old time's sake' (i was so tempted to have grian be so bitter in this like 'old time's sake?' bah, something like that, if he had cared he would have used the messaging system D:<). Grian didn't have a problem with that, but he was starting to after he spent hours looking through everything to find them.

As the tired hermit rolled over onto his side, the first step in a lazy process of getting up from the floor, his eyes landed on something.

A dusty, plain purple shulker box was stuffed behind a pillar. It looked like it was cowering there, trying so hard to be forgotten. Grian thought that he remembered this shulker holding something important, he just couldn't recall what it was exactly.

'Probably from some time towards the beginning of the season. Ay, the papers are probably in there!'

Grian successfully made his way into a standing position, and from there he slowly and carefully made his way between the items that had been spilled all over the floor from his search. He felt, somehow, that he shouldn't sprint to reach this shulker, even once he reached a clear stretch of floor.

The hermit stood over the purple box, hesitance written clearly across his face. He just wished he could put a name to the thing that was tugging at his memory. Grian paused, then ended up shrugging it off with an 'if it's important, I'll remember' attitude. Man, he would regret that later.

Brushing the thick coat of dust off the top, Grian unfastened the lid and slid it across, unlocking the jaws of the shulker box. He peered inside, a flash of relief in his muscles as he spotted a stack of papers near the top of the items. He grabbed them with one hand, holding them on his shoulder with his chin and using both hands to maneuver the top half of the shulker's shell back in place.

And the hermit froze. There, where it had been concealed by the paper, was a single photograph. It was framed, a glass layer protecting the picture and a border of carved wood around the outside.

The carvings were meant to be small and delicate, but Grian and his friend had had to do it by themselves. That meant putting effort in for two seconds, realizing it didn't work, and winging the rest of it. The picture itself showed a duo, one of them wearing a baggy red sweater and the other a pair of headphones. The picture was slightly blurred, since both them and the photographer had been running while they attempted a photo. In the retreating background was a blurred figure, presumably running after them.

The papers in the short hermit's hands tumbled to the ground, shifting and lazily sliding, grazing the wooden planks. Grian remembered this picture.

He had been pulling a prank with Taurtis and Pearl, the latter of which had been manning the camera. The figure behind them was Netty, who was screaming bloody murder and revenge for egging her and her builds.

Grian finally remembered why he had shoved this box away in the corner, not minding that some of his other stuff was collected in it as well. He wanted to forget.