SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

What is this feeling? (WAU)

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The G in Grilinda stands for Grian.

The D in Elphadoc stands for Doc.

THE W IN WICKED STANDS FOR I DO WHAT THE FUCK I WANT AND I WANT TO WRITE A GRIAN DOC COLLEGE AU

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"Dearest, darlingest Pearlie and Timsical"

Grian muttered under his breath, floating in the air above his bed with an unfinished letter infront of him. His siblings had demanded he write to them every month he's at his 'fancy weird admin school' getting his wonderful mechanics & admin degree- specializing in ancient red stone, obviously, considering..

Well, modern redstone disliked him.

"My dear NHO,"

Is it strange Doc is writing to that one cult he joined a year back?

No. It's not. He never said you could judge him.

He presses his quill deeper into the paper, dotting his first sentence, considering how to more... tastefully word this.

"There's been some confusion over rooming here at TIMC," (The Institute for Mechanics and Code (affectionately called Tink))

Even Grian can feel the absolutely judgmental side eye the.. goat? creeper? guy gives him. He should probably ask what the hybrid's name is, but he was so utterly aggressive when Grian entered their new shared living space that he... got scared off.

"But of course, I'll care for Bdubs,"

The short man was at TIMC's connected college, TIBS (The Institute for Building and Shaping), alone considering the other NHO-ers weren't interesting in a building college, opting for various other redstone academic institutions.

"But of course, I'll rise above it!"

His annoying roommate flips midair, vibrant white strands of magic flowing with him as he moves, scribbling that nonsense with his, frankly, disturbing hand writing into his letter.

Horrid, annoying fowl.

"For I know that's how you'd want me to respond... Yes,"

Grian burrowed a fang into the top of his worn-out pen, considering what to say next.

He very, very discreetly glances at his... roommate.

"There's been some confusion for, you see, my roommate is....."

Grian says it outloud, considering the words before writing them down in his faux cursive only Pearl & Jimmy can read.

"Unusually and exceedingly peculiar.."

He keeps the strokes of his utensil light, so if he needs to redo it for some reason, he can. Er- how does he, exactly, describe an angry goat creeper man staring him down like he wants to rip his throat into tiny little pieces? 

"And altogether quite impossible to describe!"

...Good enough.

"Blonde."

Doc says it loud enough he knows the parrot can hear it as he writes, and smirks when he gets a very, very confused (and slightly offended) glance.

Grian's eye twitches.

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Classes start up. Currently, Doc is staring down at his glittery wardrobe- revenge, surely, for 'messing with' Grian's weird Minecart mechanical project.