Half of the dessert's rotten. || Scarian

Chapter 6: Didn't your best friend tell you I wasn't any good?

If Mumbo had to describe the situation, he'd call it dumb, effortless and stupid.

Dumb, because it's both of his best friends, so obviously it's dumb. Effortless, because they don't make any actual effort to talk to each other to sort things out or to communicate properly. Stupid, because both were utterly convinced that the other hated them. He doesn't even get what Scar's deal is! Does he also think Grian hates him? Because that is stupid.

Well.. He can't really do anything about it, can he? Yeah, sure, he can force the two in a room and yell at them that the other doesn't hate them, but Mumbo still thinks that that wouldn't work, they'd both laugh awkwardly and stand at the opposite side of the room. Unless Scar would try to make a move, get an awkward response from Grian, and go cry in the bathroom.

So, Mumbo can't do anything about his dumb friends.

What he can do, is laugh at them respectfully from a distance.

"Look at them over here," Cub's soft voice had whispered, hiding some mischief behind whatever he was gonna say. ""Boo-hoo he hates me and proceeds to cut polystyrene into pieces to make sand of all things. Did they even think it through? How will they dye it yellow?"

It did look odd now that Cub had said it. They'd both been sat on a table for the start of the class and has been tearing polystyrene apart into small pieces and putting the smallest pieces in a bowl once they were deemed done. It looked peaceful.

God knows it wasn't for them.

He could see Grian's soft, sad expression. He didn't look on the verge of crying or anything of the sort, just empty, as if his heart had just been shattered into piece. Like the polystyrene. 

Scar's seemed more content, but god knew that man could keep up any act at any day.

"I don't know about you, but i surely wouldn't take the time to tear apart polystyrene of all things with my enemy. Do you hear the sound it makes when it rubs against your fingers.. Eghuhh." Mumbo just nods at his friend, still simply looking at the other duo in front of them.

"What about our cave, Mumbo, then? How will that even work?" "I was thinking we could make do with Lizzie and Martyn's ocean biome? Maybe make the cave entrance be flooded with water?" He'd said, because that's all that crossed his mind. Maybe he should've made it by Joel and Etho's mesa, but he didn't think straight right now. Not when his best friend felt like that, over nothing.

"Oh wait that such a good idea, do you think the cave entrance should look like a monster?" Cub had said, and he could imagine it.. Quite well. "What, like the cave entrance would be some big mouth?" Mumbo had questioned, and Cub nodded softly.. "Yeah, and we could give it sharp teeth with ores and crystals."

That did sound great.

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Grian was crying. 

Sorry, Grian was on the verge of crying. As he'd always been. There had been polystyrene stuck in his hands, between fingers, inside his nails and wherever they found themselves heading to, for hours on end, and he'd been trying to scrub it off for the past hour.

Mumbo had seen all of it. Maybe it would've been gone earlier if Grian wasn't so frustrated, brutal with his movements towards his own hand.

Or maybe it was gone, and Grian just felt the phantom feeling of it still in his hands, having left a mark. Huh.