Hermitcraft 8 Oneshots + A.U's

(15) Grumbo {Lime???}

Word Count : 1430

Warnings : Persona Shipping Grumbo? Could be seen as platonic?? It's either Homo or Homie- I'll let you guys decide? There's some manhandling I guess- Cursing-

Hhhhh- this is what happens-

Hermits (Major) : Vampire!Grian, Mumbo Jumbo,

Hermits (Minor) : Iskall85 (literally gets mentioned once in the last sentence of the chapter)

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HEY! BY ALL MEANS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THIS YOU CAN STILL CLICK OFF AND WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!
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Me : Places a bucket down on table.
Me : Pulls out singular lime.
Me : This. . . Is a lime.
You : Dear g o d
Me : There's more.
You : N o
#Do you know the reference-

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Grian has always been good at keeping his blood bar filled so the need to suck blood from his fellow hermits remains at a minimum, but every so often he slips up.

Thankfully Mumbo is willing to give him a hand. Or neck.
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Grian had thought nothing of it really.

All the hermits knew he was a vampire, so it clearly hadn't bothered any of them, and it especially hadn't bothered his friend Mumbo, either.

But it just so happened that whenever Grian hung out with the local server spoon, he found himself slipping up like this.

And by slipping up- he meant forgetting to replenish his blood bar before he and Mumbo met up for a mining session to gather resources.

Grian held at his stomach as he felt the sting of hunger wash over him. He hunched over, having brace his other arm on the cave wall that was nearest to him.

Oh god, he was low on blood. And it'd be too long to even try to get back to the surface again to look for an animal or something to snack on.

Though the nearest living player was just a small stroll away.

He let out a strained breath of air before quickly drawing in another in a sharp inhale.

"Sh-Shit," He exclaimed.

Grian mentally cursed to himself for his stupidity. This is what he got for hanging out with Mumbo too much. He himself became a spoon as well.

"Grian? Are you okay dude?"

The shorter hermit felt his eyes constrict.

Well fuck.

Coming up behind him was Mumbo. He had a pickaxe in hand and some flint and steel in the other.

The black haired hermit's red eyes were aimed right at the shorter hermit. They were full of concern.

Grian clenched his free hand into a fist as it took all of his willpower to not let his animalistic instincts take over.

Biting the inside of his mouth, Grian quickly looked away from his fellow hermit. "I-I'm. . . Fine. For th-the most part."

Grian tensed when he felt a hand place itself on his shoulder. He hadn't even registered Mumbo walk up closer.

"Did you hurt yourself or something?" Mumbo questioned. His tone was laced with concern. "We can stop if you wish."

Grian crushed his already closed fist into a tighter one. He could feel his fingernails claw into the palm of his hand and draw black blood. "I-I- I need- blood."

The shorter hermit could practically feel Mumbo's startlement at that statement. "Blood?"

Grian felt his cheeks heat up. A wave of embarrassment washed over him. "Y-Yes. . . I forgot to-to make sure it w-as full before we left."