(ON HOLD)Behind Closed Doors | Hermitcraft

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Sitting there on his couch, the dirty blonde wore a soft silk shirt dyed red. His eyes glanced around silently, before landing back on the man sitting before him. His well trimmed mustache, and neatly combed hair. Of course the spoon had taken such pride in his appearance.

While the two were chatting, Xisuma, Scar, and Iskall had been giggling off about something like idiots in the corner. What were they talking about? Who the hell knows. It was probably something really idiotic.

There was a sudden knock on the door, "Grian, you expecting anyone else?" Mumbo tilted his head, looking back to his friend. The others stopped in their tracks, the room going utterly silent as Grian glanced back to the door. "No...."

He stood up cautiously, going over to the door. "Who's there..?" He called out through the wood. A moment of silence, before a voice no one recognized responded, "Hello, is this Grian? Sorry if I got the wrong address, but-"

"No, this is Grian. Who might you be?" There was another long pause of silence, "It doesn't matter, it's about Taurtis-"

The door immediately swung open, as Grian stared at a man in a well dressed black suit. "What's... wrong with Taurtis?" The others couldn't help but stare and listen in, Mumbo already getting an idea of what had happened from the suit the stranger bore.

"He... passed away, after a fire burned down the orphanage you and him resided at. It was really important for him to let you know right away, and- He'd... want you to be there for him at his funeral." Grian slowly hung his head, placing his hand over his mouth. He took a step back, as he slowly choked out a soft, "I-I see-"

"When's- When's the f-funeral..?" Grian took a moment to clear his throat and wipe away the tears forming in his eyes. "It's in a week." The stranger had responded, to which Grian only slowly nodded to.

The young dirty blonde took a moment for himself, before looking back to Mumbo and his other friends. "I'm sorry- I-I'm sorry but you g-guys should g-go...." He looked to the ground, not even being able to look them in the eyes. Thoughts spinning through his head, his mind racing, yet he couldn't think.

"Grian...." One of them started, but- he couldn't even tell who, things were getting foggy. He ran a hand through his hair, breathing in and out rather rapidly.

He felt a hand being place on his shoulder, words being slurred out left and right but- he couldn't understand them, his ears starting ringing. Goddammit, why did it hurt so much.

"Grian." Everything stopped, as he looked into Mumbo's deep blue eyes. They reminded him of his father, although he hadn't remembered much of them. What he never forgot about them were those blue eyes as deep as the seas that looked right in your soul, yet had this warm welcome in them. Mumbo had reminded him so much of them.

"Grian, just please take a moment to calm down." He looked into Grian's eyes with a pleading stare. A soft frown on his face, as his hands were gripped tightly on his dear friend's shoulder.

"Please just go."

"But Grian-" His friends all protested.