Creation Of Cremations - Mumscarian Superhero AU

Chapter 5 - Mumbo

Grian doesn’t usually let strangers spend the night.

HotGuy was different though. Though Grian wouldn’t claim to know him, he wasn’t exactly a stranger. He was Grian’s crime-fighting partner, as much as he didn’t like to admit it. Knowing HotGuy’s identity would be at risk anywhere else may have contributed to Grian’s rash decision. HotGuy sure was stupidly lucky that he happened to land on his crime-fighting partner’s doorstep.

Grian yawned, stretching out his wings. Part of him wished he would just reveal his identity to HotGuy. This whole situation would be so much easier, especially the wings. Ever were his wings a lasting problem. HotGuy might be able to get away with exposing his identity but Grian couldn’t. Grian wouldn’t just have to worry about being recognised in the street, he’d have to worry about being experimented on. Or tortured. Or killed. Or all of the above. 

Finally rolling out of bed, Grian stood on the floor. He became aware that his socks must have come off in his sleep because the floor was very cold. There was sand - not much but there was still sand. Grian threw himself back into his bed, hastily wiping off the grains. Fumbling with his draw, Grian threw on socks as quickly as possible. He hated sand.

With that intrusion finished, Grian made his way to the kitchen, firmly knocking on the door.

“Are you awake?” Grian called.

There was some shuffling and groaning behind the door. 

“Y-Yeah!” HotGuy’s voice called. “You can come in, I’ve transformed back.”

Grian opened the door. HotGuy waved to him from the sofa. 

“Morning!” HotGuy beamed as if nothing was wrong.

“How are you feeling?” Grian asked carefully. He leaned on the back of the sofa, yawning slightly.

“Much much better.” HotGuy chuckled. “If my suit returning isn’t proof, I don’t know what is!”

Grian exhaled. “That makes both of our lives easier.” He straightened up. “Think you can transfer yet?”

HotGuy glanced between his wheelchair and Grian, brows twisting in deep thought. 

“With some assistance.” That Grian could do.

Grian carefully positioned his chair closer to the sofa. HotGuy seemed to be taking this well, hoisting himself over. Grian helped support him where he could.

“Ahh, this feels better.” HotGuy grinned now that he was back in familiarity. 

Grian made them both breakfast. At first, it was difficult to talk about anything, Grian didn’t want to imply he knew more than he was letting on, and neither did HotGuy. So they just ended up talking about this and that, nothing too out there. Eventually, HotGuy would have to leave.

“You’re gonna be okay?” Grian asked.

“Psh, I’ll be fine.” HotGuy laughed it off. “You don’t have to worry about me.”