Warnings: None
Relationship: None
Summary: The animal hermits have fleas.
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Grian and the other hermits that shared animal qualities were all scratching like there was no tomorrow. Grian was scratching his head frantically with both hands when Xisuma walked up to him and Scar.
"What's going on with you two?"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Grian shouted with a groan, "I'M TIRED OF SCRATCHING! IT FEELS LIKE MY HEAD IS RAW."
"Okay, wow." Xisuma said, "Sit. Maybe I can figure it out."
Grian followed directions and had to fight the urge to scratch as Xisuma looked through his hair, "What the heck?"
"What?" Grian nearly whined, turning himself into a lion and scratching, "What did you find?"
"You specifically, are covered in Watcher fleas."
Grian groaned whining as he continued scratching, "I WANT THEM GONE. But if I have Watcher fleas, what does Scar have?"
"I JUST HAVE FLEAS." Scar shouted, also clearly annoyed, "Now I know how Ren feels!"
"Look, boys." Xisuma interrupted, "Just go to your homes. I'll be back with flea collars from the main hub."
Grian glared at him, "You better make it fast or I'll rip your throat out. Also why not just treatments? Does it have to be collars?"
"Yes. Deal with it."
With Grian and Scar back in their homes, Xisuma went to the main hub first and got the collars for the normal hermits, then went to the Watchers.
"Xisuma, what're you doing here?"
"It's flea season." He replied with a chuckle, "Gri's got Watcher fleas."
"Ha." His mother chuckled, tossing him a collar, "Give that to him. It's extra strength."
"Why do you have these laying around?"
"Your father. You're just lucky you don't have shape shifting powers."
"Yeah, I guess. Anyway, I'mma go before Grian rips out my throat."
"Grian? No way. He's too sweet."
"Not when he has fleas. He'll demolish an entire server."
~***~
Grian was running around his base, wrecking absolutely everything as he waited for Xisuma. Xisuma, though, didn't come back for another two hours.
"Grian?! I got your collar!"
Grian ran down his stairs and nearly trampled Xisuma, "FINALLY! PUT IT ON, NOW."
"Demanding much? Maybe I'll let you suffer."
Grian glared at Xisuma with fire in his pupils, "I will rip your soul to shreds."
Xisuma snorted and put the collar around Grian's neck. Grian then turned back human because the smell of the chemicals were a bit too much.
"Ugh, I hate collars." He mumbled, then continued scratching at his head, "How long until this thing gets rid of these stupid fleas?"
"Don't know. You'll just have to suffer through for a few days."
"A FEW DAYS?!" Grian shouted, "X, I can't live like this for a few days!"
"Too bad. Either wear the collar and suffer, or don't wear the collar and be miserable."
"I hate you."
"Love you too. Now be a good cub and clean your place up."
"Just because you're my my big brother doesn't mean you can boss me around like a kid."
"You still are one baby bro. No matter your age." Xisuma looked Grian in the eye, the one that was open but squinted, "No matter if you're adopted or not. You'll always be my baby brother. Now have fun."
"Go jump in a pool of lava."
"Go drown yourself in the lake."
"Jump into a Pillager farm."
"Fleabag."
"Void Walker."
"Runt."
"I will literally murder you." Grian threatened, "Get out."
"Fine, fine. Enjoy your fleas."
Grian threw a vase at Xisuma as he walked out the door. He knew he was gonna be stuck like this all season if he couldn't get rid of the small bugs. But, he pressed on and dealt with the fleas crawling against his scalp and skin.
