Lilies of the Valley {Grumbo}

Chapter 2 : Tea

The early morning sun peaked through the window and around the corner of the lovely hobbit hole. Mumbo was fast asleep and curled up in his cozy bed, his hair was unkempt and curly. His snoring was soft and gentle.

His eyes slowly squinted open. The young man yawned and proceeded to rub his eyes as he slowly awoke from an almost dead slumber. Mumbo blinked a few times and looked around remembering his surroundings. A glance to the side and he saw the note, a small flutter, nothing notable, as he planned a reply. Flipping the note over, he decided to write on the other side. Why waste perfectly good paper?

"Haha. Sorry I was not! I plan to get some editing done today and get that video uploaded. See ya around? :)"

He placed it in the same chest and sent it on its way, he didn't expect Grian to even be awake, but you could never guess. Mumbo knew the short jovial hermit was a mystery, at least to him, and was not something to try to wrap your head around.

Mumbo reached his arms above his head and stretched either way finally ready to start the productive part of his day off, edit and then post. It would take him a good several hours to chop up all the bits he needed and add time lapses and such, so he boiled some water and made a nice tea, hoping to ignite his energy levels just a bit. He sat there cupping the warm mug with his hands and sipping slowly. He loved the warmth that radiated off of the mug and almost seem to warm his souls. As he finished up the mug he sat it down on the table, grabbed his laptop from his bag and got to work at his desk.

As he went through the literal hours of footage he listened to some tunes while doing the tedious work, just background noise to keep his mind occupied. As time passed he occasionally would look over.

"I know he has that loud alarm installed, surely he's awake and has seen my message by now" he thought to himself.

He shook the thought from his head. And worked ahead, it continued to float at the back of his mind, but the guy was just as busy as everyone else, and he knew no one owed him their time.

It was around noon when he finished laboring away at the editing process. Mumbo put his final touches on the video, put it on YouTube to be uploaded at a certain time, filled out the description, tags, etc. All of the stuff no one thinks about doing. He let out a sigh of relief knowing work was finally done and he could relax or participate in some activities. Looking at the empty floor with no minecart he felt slightly hurt, but it was probably because he felt that he had no other obligations.

But the nagging thought was still there.

Mumbo's brows furrowed because even he didn't really understand what he was thinking or why. He decided to grab some chicken and potatoes really quickly from his smoker and sit back down at his desk. He stared at his YouTube home page for a moment before tentatively typing "Grian" into the search bar. There were two episodes he had not watched. Normally he watched them to support his friend and what he'd been up to. But recently it felt like some new, weird motives had emerged.

He watched through the first one, Episode 10, and smiled. The way Grian carried himself even while being filmed was something to admire. High energy and full of curiosity. Watching him attempt to rearrange his villager set up was almost hard to watch but still made Mumbo smile more than he had been and pulled a few chuckles out. He watched the way he flew so elegantly; very intently, his eyes never moved from him. And then Scar entered.

It wasn't a good feeling to have.

He didn't want this feeling.

I watched as Grian messed around with Scar and my jaws clenched. I didn't know what was happening. I watched them laugh about his pranks and I almost want to look away. It isn't that I don't like Scar. I just don't understand what I'm experiencing at all. I watch as they team up for the head hunt and even though I'm not in it I just feel gross. I don't like this feeling.

As he finished it up he new there was another one to watch, Episode 11, but he felt so sick that he almost wanted to vomit. He really was unsure if he wanted to click the next one.

Completely unsure, I click the next one and to no avail it's all about shenanigans with others. I hold my stomach for the next twenty minutes as the discomfort grows. Halfway through I pull a barrel next to me, just in case. As he continues to team up with Scar all I can feel is more ill. An obnoxious floral scent travels through the back of my throat and nose. My head spins as it starts to ache, the sensation was becoming too overwhelming for even myself. It has to be the tea or something from earlier, something I ate.

I hear them both laughing.

My stomach lurches.

The hermit intently stared at his blonde friend.

Cough.

And then his stomach lurched again, he vomited into the contents of the barrel. It was a liquid certainly it smelled awful like stomach acid and old lady perfume. He took a moment and paused the video, it paused on a still of Grian's face. Mumbo swallowed as he noticed his sharp almost elf like features and stunning blue eyes.

Cough.

Then there was the most horrid hacking sound. It was hard to believe it was coming from Mumbo, but more coughing ensued and that stupid awful scent wafted through his nose. It was then he looked at the key board.

A flower petal?

A singular pure white flower petal.

Well that must have been some weird tea.

He felt very confused and just shook his head, trying to erase it like an etch-a-sketch. He didn't understand and in that moment, and even if he had the option to know he would have just ignored it. He closed his laptop and set it back in his bag. Mumbo's plate of food he had made was only half eaten and he definitely did not want to eat the rest. He decided to cover it with some tinfoil and set it in the fridge, hoping he could save it for later.

Instead of investigating further he let out a sigh and decided to work, the only way the hermit knew how to distract himself. He didn't get into full outfit, it was his day off and he just wanted to work on getting some of the more grindy materials such as gravel and sand so he could make his concrete. Putting on his wings and some basic armor he prepped himself to head out, maybe he didn't understand what was going on but he did know how to make progress mindlessly. That's all he wanted.

No thinking. Just nothing, at least for a little while. 

AN: I don't expect anyone to read this but if you are I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it! Have a wonderful day.