TimeBound - (Rewritten)

Chapter 1 - Morning Arises

He raised his eyelids slowly to be greeted by the morning sky. Grian's head sat flat on the table, his fluffy and curly hair seemed to cover his face entirely, he peeked out of tiny air pockets to see, himself was too tired to even attempt to lift his glasses back onto the pathetic and lifeless face of his. As he steadily began to regain consciousness, Grian mumbled excessively as he reached outwards towards a blue cup that'd been left from last night.

Though, he was dissatisfied when he realised that the mug was empty, it was just a coffee stained, casual, boring and plain ol' mug. Unhappy with his results he threw the dissatisfying item lazily across the room. It landed on Iskall's chair, smashing on impact. One of the poor, innocent redstone torches was hit, causing the thing to light up in infuriation then immediately die down into a now useless, broken one.

Grian couldn't bother flinching from the sound, he was too sleepy for this. He noticed wire that wrapped around his arms, climbing onto his hair and back, screws and bolts were left expiring and feeble on the table. Oil cascaded through his chubby, but cute hands. Grian stared at the reflection from his glasses, studying himself. Oil was as well on his cheeks, and it stained awfully. He attempted to remove the discoloured liquid from his cheeks but it seemed like it was too late and it had dried.

Grian was let down until a rumble of noise shrieked through Sahara. He raised himself up worriedly as the tumbles and groans continued.

The next second Mumbo came rushing in, his elytra hanging onto his chest like a heavy backpack, and a trident wielded into his hands.

He sighed exhaustedly, he stored his trident away and grabbed his forehead. He reached out into his pockets, simultaneously he fetched out a healing potion and drank it. All the bruises and bite marks magically disappeared, like it was nothing but a scratch. Mumbo turned around to be greeted to the inadequate and rather embarrassing boy.

Mumbo picked up a bolt left on the table, his elytra shifting to the side.

"Why on earth are you here so early?" He questioned, particularly amused as he took off his elytra.

Grian looked up at Mumbo.

"Project." Grian replied.

Mumbo rolled his eyes empathetically. He looked over at Iskall's chair, bending over to pick up the shades of clay which was the aftermath of the mug Grian threw. He stored the pieces of clay naggingly into a spare shulker box not questioning who made the mess, before throwing himself onto Iskall's iron chair.

He reached into his inventory, he didn't have much except a bottle of water.

"Here, have some water mate." Mumbo afforded as the bottle slid across on the smooth quartz table.

Grian looked down at the water bottle rolling back and forwards in front of him. The two of them paused for a good five seconds before Mumbo interrupted the short silence.

"Alright, be honest, how long did you stay up?

Grian remained silent, not out of tiredness, just rather embarrassment. He looked back down at his arms, staring at the wires wrapping around him, like damn- didn't even remember what he was even making with these! Eventually he retrieved his confidence back and admitted it.

"Stayed up until three."

Mumbo covered up his face in displeasure, and leaned in further into Iskall's chair. He looked back up.

"Grian-..ugh. You're an adult now dude! You know that you shouldn't be doing stupid stuff like that." He criticised annoyedly.

Grian laid back down on his shoulder, his glasses still hanging off his ears. He stared at the table silently thinking, and was frightened when Mumbo had gotten up out of Iskall's chair, and walked behind him and began to untie the wires on him, storing the wires in a chest next to the two. Grian didn't make any efforts to repel against the gesture, and rather found it quite comforting and pleasant.