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❝ 𝘛𝘩𝘦.... 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵. ❞

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Doc had fallen asleep on Grian's couch once more, and the two just kind of settled there for a bit. Things slowly began to calm down, as of course the german's back still ached in pain.

Grian was about to fall asleep, however knocking on his spruce door made him jolt up. "God, why does everyone come visiting my house?" The dirty blonde mumbled as he pushed himself up from his chair and towards the door.

He opened it to see Xisuma with Scar, Zedaph, and Jevin standing behind him. Grian mentally slapped himself, completely forgetting he said he'd hang out with them. Usually, he hung out with Iskall and Mumbo the most, but it was nice talking to some other hermits.

Scar sat down next to Doc and conversed with the man a bit, before picking up Maui and cradling the feline in his arms like a baby. The cowboy themed man chuckled softly, before setting the cat down whom just curled up on his lap.

Pearl on the other hand let out a soft hiss, before retreating from the room and away from the guests. Grian tilted his head, "That's odd, she's usually quite friendly. Maybe one of you guys scared her off." He cracked a smile, looking back to his friends.

Maui licked Scar's hand, the rough sandpaper like tongue making the man giggle a bit as he continued to pet the feline friend with his other hand.

Grian caught a soft scent of iron, before glancing back to Doc who rubbed his back. "Dude, stop scratching, you're irritating your wound." The short man softly said to him, as all of his house guests eventually settled down on his furniture.

"Hey Grian, so how come you were missing at the ball? The vigilante guy said you had some of those mushrooms or whatever, but I didn't see you at all." Xisuma tilted his head, expecting an answer from the dirty blonde.

"Well, I dunno, I guess it got kinda overwhelming. I was gonna go back in, but then the lights went off and all that other stuff went down- I just got a little scared and nervous I guess." Grian rubbed his arms, as X raised and eyebrow before dropping the topic.

Grian scratched a bit at his burn scars, to which Doc said in a mocking voice, "dUdE, sToP sCrAtChInG, yOu'Re IrRiTaTiNg YoUr WoUnD." This received a burst of laughter from the other hermits in the room, before Grian let out a soft sigh.

"Hey G, is it okay if I start a fire- Looks like you haven't touched your fireplace in years, and uh- It's just really cold in here." Jevin shivered, as he looked back to the man in red.

"Oh, uh- s-sure I guess, just make sure to put it out before you leave." Grian glanced away, the memories of flames returning to his mind. They flashed before his eyes, before Zedaph snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Grian, do you.... know the vigilante...?"

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Grian. The dirty blonde felt his heart almost skip a beat, but he collected himself. Crossing his arms, he stared at the man, "And what brought you to that question Zed?"

"Well, when the masked man spoke about you, I could hear it in his voice, he clearly knew you, and... You were literally the one hosting the ball, and yet weren't around when he came in." Zedaph stared at Grian, wanting an answer to his previous question.