SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into

god damnit i got into another musical

dw im not gonna start another series that takes all of my time & 5 weeks to complete

lol

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Grian grabbed Scott's hand, pulling him into a side classroom. The bell hasn't run yet, and this classroom is empty- still, Scott had plans, so why is Mr. 5'5 gremlin pulling him into a room?

Grian fidgeted with a necklace Scott knows Pearl & Jimmy got for him, a nervous habit the teal-haired human has noticed over the past few months.

The avian takes a deep breath, staring up at Scott in a pleading manner.

"what's the issu-"

"Say there's this person you pass in the hall everyday,"

Grian's started pacing, his eyes blown-out in typical 'unmedicated anxiety' way. Scott finds himself leaning on a desk nearby, watching with interest.

"You've known him since your seventh birthday.."

Grian runs a hand along the white-board, picking up a marker and doodling a large 7 in the form of a candle on the board.

"You're used to think about him in a certain way,"

The candle-drawing gains an arrow, that points to a nervous top-hat- how you convey that in harsh whiteboard doodles, I don't know. Scott walks up behind Grian, studying the way his hand fidgets with the marker in an uncertain manner.

"From the persona that he displayed.."

Grian adds a bowtie under the tophat, adding meaningless filler doodles around what he's drawn so far.

"... and then something changes..."

The marker no longer glides on the white surface of the whiteboard, hovering an inch away. It's shaking, like Grian's hand. His wings ruffle in a nervous manner.

"and he changes..."

The marker is capped, and Grian spins around to look Scott in the eyes before continuing his previously aggravated, nervous pacing around the rows of desks lining the room. A pale hand runs through his blonde hair.

"From a guy that you'd never be into,"

Grian places his hands on a desk, giving Scott a purely helpless look that makes the other man giggle.

"Into a guy.. that you'd kinda be into-"

His gaze shifts to his hands, pushing off the desk & continuing his quick pace around the room, hands moving as he speaks as though to describe his inner turmoil.

"From a guy that I'd never be into.."

The avian rounds a corner, hands going back to aggressively fidgeting with his moon/sun/stars necklace.

"into a guy that I'd kind be into-"

Grian traverses the room to where Scott's standing with a smirk, tugging on his shoulders with pure desperation.

"Is he worth it?"

Scott is pulled down to Grian's level, who's studying him with a frantic look.

'Mumbo'? Scott thinks.

He doesn't voice this thought.

"...Is he??"

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Scott tapped Mumbo's shoulder, grinning widely. It's lunch, now- unfortunately, Scott got lunch only with Pearl & Mumbo.