Watched |A Watcher!Grian Au

Chapter 8

        Scar woke up the next day, dizzy and with a headache. His head pounded, each wave of pain crashing into him with a powerful force. And opening his eyes only made it worse. He groaned in displeasure and put a hand to his head. He looked back in his memories, wondering what on earth would have happened to make his head feel this way. He couldn't find anything though, except a fuzzy feeling whenever he thought about the previous night... He probably had a dream, and this fuzziness was him forgetting. He brushed it off, and opened his eyes again once he felt good enough. Finally, his surrounding sounds seemed to make their way to his ears, filling his mind with the laughter of his friends.

"Scar, you're awake! Perfect timing, I just made breakfast!" Grian said, grinning. "Come eat, it's still warm!" he said, gesturing him over. Scar let out a small breath, brushed away his thoughts, and rolled over to the table to join the two.

"What are we eating for today?" Scar asked, glancing over to the plates. Pancakes. It just had to be pancakes. Scar laughed. "Looks good, looks good!" he said, thanking Mumbo as the mustached man passed him some food.

"So, how did you sleep last night? It must have been good, you were sleeping heavy like a baby!" Mumbo chuckled.

Scar shrugged. "I slept fine, my memory of last night was a bit fuzzy, but I think that was just a dream I forgot." He chuckled. "Happens a lot, doesn't it?"

"Ah, yes. Dreams don't seem to like us! They run away as soon as we open our eyes!" Grian laughed.

Suddenly he sat upright. "Oh- I forgot! I picked up some doughnuts this morning!" he said, moving to the other side of the kitchen to uncover his secret stash of the round, filled, treats. Grinning, he brought it over and planted it on the table. "There! Now we're all good!" he said.

Greedily, Mumbo snatched one as fast as his hands could let him, taking a nice, big bite of it. Scar grabbed his own, taking smaller bites to prevent any choking. Of which Mumbo nearly did. He started coughing up the food, spitting it out with a disgusted look on his face. He turned and glared at Grian, who was now sporting a mischievous grin.

"Ahh! You're the lucky winner! How does the mayonnaise taste?" Grian laughed.

"Rather delicious," Mumbo said sarcastically. "You should try it!"

"Oh nah, I think I'm good! I'll have a different one instead!" Grian chuckled, reaching for a doughnut.

Mumbo stood, swatting his friend's hand away from the box. "No, I must insist you try this one!" he said, shoving the altered one into Grian's face. Grian backed up slightly.

"Oh, no! Only the best for Mumbo!"

"But I'm offering it to you- so you must take it!" he said, reaching further over the table to wave the pastry in the sweater boy's face.

"Noo! I mustn't! It's yours!" Grian said, suddenly taking off to the living room. He laughed as Mumbo chased him.

"Eat it, Grian! The Great Mumbo demands you eat it!" he said.

"No- I can't!"

"But you must! You must taste the best one- you said it yourself!" Mumbo replied. "Eat it!" he said, finally managing to stuff it in Grian's face.

"Ah- ew- gross! It's in my mouth!" Grian shouted, wiping at his tongue with his hands. Mumbo laughed.

Scar smiled, shaking his head. Those two... They really did seem like brother's, didn't they? Without all the chaotic fighting of course. They, for sure, were all great friends.