The Love You Give

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As soon as Mumbo woke up, he checked to see the room where Grian was sleeping. He was still there, snoring quietly. Mumbo thought it was quite charming how he slept, the tiny figure tumbling about in his sleep. He decided to check on his farms, which we were doing pretty well. No signs of breakage or pranking anywhere. He walked on by to his desk, which he used to write letters, edit videos, and whatnot. 

He grabbed a few certain pieces of paper and read them to himself. He smiled as he did so, knowing that his friend would love this song, or at least think it was bearable. After all, Mumbo was far from an excellent singer or songwriter. 

"I was wondering, when you came

If you liked me, if you even cared

And now that I found you, and I'm ready to go,

I'm ready, just following your lead

It's fine, I'm fine,

I'm headed on my way

Just got to rack my brain 

of these memories

It's nothing personal 

Cause I've been there, I've been there, I've been there and through

They never left my brain, not even for you

But now I see, there's still more, 

Just let me bear the ride~"

"Mumbo, I didn't know you could write such thoughtful lyrics," Grian popped his head through the doorway. Mumbo froze in terror. 

"Oh yeah, it was a song for somebody I really like. Maybe even love," Mumbo replied sheepishly, cringing internally at the inner conflict he had just let out. Was he in love with Grian? He was touched by the chicken prank, he was blushing, and all of the other messages that told somebody you were in love with them, but that didn't automatically mean you were drunk on love. 

"Well, okay then," Grian replied obliviously, knowing he had seen Mumbo's blushing and nervousness. He walked outside to begin the long journey home. As he was walking, he reflected on what Mumbo said. 

Was he in love with somebody else? He said somebody, not his name. Then again sometimes they say it like that to hide their feelings. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. He continued home. 




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