SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

Freeze Your Brian (HRAU)

Scar followed Grian with a calm pacing, studying the avian infront of him. He'd suggested a nice hang-out, and who was Scar to not jump at the chance to charm his crush? Oh, also, he'd prefer to hold off on informing the members of his family he'd be moving out in favor of people he met a day ago.

As they walk through hoards of people who clearly know Grian, he doesn't grace them with a response- sharing awkward smiles instead. When he catches Scar's gaze, which is confused, Grian sighs.

"I've been to 10 highschools. They start to get... blurry."

The sidewalk starts to clear out, and Grian rummages through his bag to snag something, walking backwards infront of Scar to show-off a few neat, printed papers.

"No point planting roots 'cause you're gone in a hurry,"

The pages display various detailed paragraphs, but one stands out in particular.

'GRIAN XELQUA-CHARLES- ADOPTION FORM.'

Scar figured he'd been emancipated- afterall, he was living with Sam & Taurtis, right?

"I keep two suitcases packed in the den... so it's only a matter of when."

Grian turns around again, ruffling his wings. The papers get tossed in Scar's direction, & he continues studying them, trying to learn more.

"I don't learn the names, don't bother with faces.. all I can trust is this concrete oasis."

It looks like Grian's been placed with quite a few foster families. In the end, he always leaves, for some bogus reason or another.

It feels.. forged. Forced.

"It seems everytime I'm about to despair, there's a 7/11 right there~!"

Grian grabs his hand, pulling him forward to the actual 7/11 looming over them. The rusted white brick façade reminds Scar of their school, funnily enough.

"Each store is the same, from Las Vegas to Boston!"

The doors crash open, revealing a very anticlimactic area. Grian, however, is enthusiastic, sparks dotting his eyes. His grin is electric, and Scar finds himself matching the avian's energy.

"Linoleum aisles that I love to get lost in~"

Grian runs a hand along the storage racks filling the store; each littered with a variety of snacks and food. He brings Scar to the very back, snapping through the neatly aligned rows of shelves to reach the slushie aisle.

"I pray at my alter of slush,"

Grian mimics a prayer motion, smiling widely at the laugh he gets before snatching a plastic cup and starting to fill it with whatever weird hybrid not-quite-liquid drink.

"I live for that sweet, frozen rush!"

Grian sits himself where one could grab the straws, sipping and watching Scar struggle with grabbing a cup from the display thing that latches onto them as though it's a dying animal.

"freeze your brain... suck on that straw, get lost in the pain."

Scar's struggle is forgotten, momentarily, at Grian's words. He's blissfully drinking, looking up at the disgusting ceiling with hazy eyes.

"happiness comes when everything numbs, who needs cocaine?"

Grian turns his focus on Scar, holding up a semi-nervous grin. His head is tilted in an adorable manner, egging Scar on.

He, uh, still can't get a good grip on the cup.

"just.. freeze your brain."

Grian's cup is almost depleted, so he drinks the remaining kind-of-a-liquid and pops the cap off to fill it up.