Greamno and MCYT Oneshots

Trademarked Red Sweater (Oneshot)

Wooooo, fluff fic!

I really wanted to make just a fluffy fic, so that's what I'm doing! Quick warning, this is both watcher Grian and probably won't be very long.

Grian skipped through the shopping district, laughing as he opened his wings and shot into the sky.

"Hey!" Scar shouted, also laughing. "Stop planting mycelium everywhere, you pesky bird!"

Grian simply cackled, twisting around as he floated in the air.

"Catch me if you can, witch boy!" He taunted, quickly shooting off

"Hey, I'm a highly esteemed wizard, thank you very much!" Scar huffed, Grian already out of earshot.

The watcher apprentice boy made a loop back around his base, landing in his mansion's basement. He quickly discarded his mycelium and armour in exchange for his trusty pickaxe and his trademarked red sweater.

He did not notice the two sneaky bois in the corner.

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"I said shut up, you're going to get us caught!" Techno remarked somewhat quietly, Grian's wing's flapping dying down.

"Am not." Dream grumbled, watching as Grian donned his sweater, struggling to pull it over his T-shirt.

"Shush!" Techno hissed once again, watching as the (COME ON, JUST- PLEASE-) smaller hermit struggled to climb the item sorter, grumbling softly to himself. 

"What's he saying?" Dream asked Techno, tilting his head to the side.

"Who knows, we aren't in earshot." Techno deadpanned. "Now be quiet!"

"Ugh! Flappy things! I thought you were supposed to work!"

The frustrated shout caught the duo by surprise,  Dream subsequently falling back and tripping over the piglin hybrid behind him, startling Techno further. 

Grian's head whipped around, alert.

"Oh, its just you two idiots." The strawberry-blonde laughed, relaxing a bit.

"We aren't idiots." Techno protested, picking himself slightly off the floor.

Grian simply raised an eyebrow at him questionably.

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"I told  you it was a bad idea." Techno hummed as Dream huffed.

"Was not."

"Was to." Grian chuckled, dropping a pillow on the two of them.

"You could at least make a way for us to get up there, you know!" Dream called up at Grian, who was currently about 38ft above the duo, resting on a wooden beam hosted by the ceiling.

"What's the fun in that?" Grian asked, smirking as Techno humphed.

"At least stop with the pillow assault." The hybrid grumbled, picking said pillow up off the floor.

"Neverrrrrr, I go down with the pillows!" The hermit announced, dramatically throwing an arm to his forehead.

"Then perish."

"Thats not how the meme goes!"

"Well, that's how it should go!" Dream ended the argument, sticking his tongue out at the watcher gremlin.

He got a pillow to the face for that argument.

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Techno was done.

Techno was so, so done.

He was standing outside the main basement room and on the stair rail, mentally facepalming. Dream and Grian had been arguing over the ethics of cows eating grass, FOR FIVE HOURS.

Five hours! How does one even argue for five hours, especially about cows eating grass!?

Either way,  Techno was going in there an breaking it up.

Aaaaaaaaaaand Grian was dangling from the bar.

"What. What have you- when did this occur?" Techno laughed almost hysterically.

"Dunno." Dream answered. Tcehno's eyes went to the source of Dream's voice and found a pile of cushions.

"What- When- huh!?" Techno asked hopelessly.

"Grian dumped his pillows on me." Dream stated matter-o-factly.

"Im so done with this relationship."

(He was not, infact, done with the relationship.)

Dream, Techno, and Grian being idiots :}

542 words.