Grian taps his foot impatiently on the floor of the Sahara meeting room, the beautiful colors of a sunset streaming through the windows.
Mumbo and Iskall were supposed to be here half an hour ago and it was annoying him. Usually, he can be okay with Mumbo being late or not showing up, but Iskall? The Swede seems to practically live in the warehouse, constantly checking the redstone for bugs and ways to make it more efficient.
A small, childish huff escapes him and he crosses his arms over his chest as he leans back in his ridiculously extravagant chair. His mind races with grumbles about his stupid boyfriends' when a small, tittering noise makes it through his annoyed haze. Grian pushes himself back forwards, focusing on the noise.
Soft, soft laughter and chatter and light clicking of shoes on concrete.
After another moment, both of his boyfriends emerge from either side of Grian's chair and he laughs at the sight as they sit down on opposite sides of the table, causing the two to stare at him in confusion.
Mumbo's pale face was covered in pastel pink lipstick, some even peaking out from his loose collar and on his neck. A glance over to Iskall confirms that Iskall has the same shade of pink painted onto his lips.
"Iskall, you've got a little something right here." Grian giggles, tapping his own lips.
The Swede's brows draw together in confusion and he brings his sleeve up, wiping his mouth clean. As he pulls it back and looks, he squeaks in shock, causing Grian's loud, gremlin laughter to ring out in pure mirth as his eyes dart up to Mumbo, who has already noticed and is hiding his crimson face in his hands.
After a moment, Iskall joins Grian in his laughing and soon enough, the two have to use the table as support or are lying on the ground, clutching their stomach and unable to breath, while Mumbo simply groans loudly and in embarrasment.
"I thi-think that was from Stress, dude..." Iskall manages to wheeze out, wiping a tear from his eye as he tries to pull himself up.
"How in the world did you not notice you were leaving marks on Mumbo's face?!" Grian asks loudly, still laughing.
"Look, it was dark in the hallway!" Mumbo exclaims, his embarrassed blush darkening tenfold.
Grian starts to calm down, breathing heavily and still grinning like a madman.
"God, you two are idiots." He says teasingly, slumping in his chair with shaking shoulders.
Iskall snickers and Mumbo jokingly rolls his eyes.
"But let me guess? We're your favourite idiots?" Mumbo asks, unable to stifle his growing smile.
Grians nods exuberantly.
"But of course, Mr. Jumbo!"
