SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

Candy Store (HRAU)

guess who wrote 3 full one shots over the course of two school periods?

ME!

why am i more productive there then here

whatever

HERE WE GO

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Scar freed his hand from Sam's vice-like grip, studying the rabbit hybrid and his disturbing grin. They'd been house-hunting, which is essentially walking around clearly owned houses.

"Okay- wait, I have a house already-"

"But not one here! You can't room with us because our house wouldn't fit you, so you need a different one!"

Scar smiled awkwardly. Sam narrowed his eyes, smile still plastered on.

"I mean, couldn't I just live with my family-?"

Sam steps closer, eyes alight with straight fury.

"Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick?"

Scar took a step back, waving his hands infront of his chest while Sam jabbed the tip of his knife lightly into his flesh.

"You've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?"

Sam takes his own step back, crossing his arms and studying Scar with a fiery intensity.

"Woah, no need-"

"I'd normally slap your face off, & everyone here could watch!"

That draws the attention of their peers- it's 4 PM at the mall, for god's sake. Scar's skin crawls at the eyes on him.

"But I'm feeling nice, here's some advice... Listen up, bia-otch!"

As he talks, Sam waves his knife around in a manner that somehow doesn't frighten any of his friends, who seated themselves on a bakery's table.

He spins around and walks over to the little table, sitting on the edge of the furniture that currently held Grian & Taurtis' food.

"I like..."

It was a prompt, that Taurtis answered with a wicked grin.

"Look'n hot, buying stuff they cannot!"

Sam presses a hand to his chest, closing his eyes in a superior manner.

"I like drink'n hard, maxing Dad's credit-cards!"

Grian had a bored look, leaning on his hand and turning to look at Scar with those stupidly pretty eyes.

"I like skipp'n gym, scaring her, (Grian vaguely waves at Ellen, who rolls their eyes in a fond manner.), screwing him-!"

He tilts his head in Taurtis' general direction, although it's unclear who exactly he means.

Sam jumps off the table, approaching Scar in a calm yet extremely confident manner.

"I like killer clothes,"

"KICK'N NERDS IN THE NOSE!"

The other two echo him. Grian stands up to follow, although he has to drag Taurtis up, who was attempting to stay with the food and steal Grian's portion.

"If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls,"

Sam's knife runs up Scar's jawline, although he had to reach to get the effect.

"Let your mommy fix you a snack!"

Taurtis tacks on, eyes tracing Scar's form in a slightly mocking manner. He seems kinda childish- aggressive side egged on by Sam's own interesting behavior.