#grians mailbox

[mumbos-mailbox]

Grian: mumbooo

Grian: i’m coming to pick you up

Grian: warning you now you’ll wanna be somewhat presentable

Grian: not like

Grian: in your whole suit or anything. just not covered in redstone

Grian: see you in 20!

MUMBO : pick me up for whta MUMBO: i guess ill see you then?

['not like in your whole suit or anything']

[huh. thats like saying he shouldnt be in his skin. he doesnt remember the last time he hadnt worn the suit out- so he doesnt change it now. well actually he does change his suit, finding one a bit less stained. he does his best to brush his hair, giving up on the cowlick after way too long of sitting there staring into a copper block]

[with his hair somewhat better, and his suit at least not covered in redstone, he sits outside on the steps of his house, watching the chickens run around- he hadnt killed them all. too much work. he's sure MINED will have a need for them]

[docs-mailbox]

[ he's peeping from the roof, watching with big void eyes and tail idly sweeping on the blocks. ] docccc. [ he eventually chirps. ] you got anymore toyyysss? [ he wants more fidget things. ]

Doc wasn’t quite sure what he was  doing right now.

If this is what “taking a break” entails, he certainly isn’t having it. Weakness potions, deep breaths, despite it all, he just can’t relax.

He’s present. So very present. So deeply engrossed in the world that he can practically feel it eating him alive. Whatever he’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

[bdubs-mailbox]

[ the whole permit thing is fun and all until you’ve been actually forced to do your job. he’s tired so excuse him for flopping onto the suspiciously still moss pile— he’s a bird, it’s what he does!— and promptly freaking out when it’s not as still as he thought. ]

OH!

bdubs! ohh— [ his feathers are all puffed up now as he clutches his chest. ] you scared me. i’m so sorry.

[The moss pile screamed, then proceeded to reach out for Grian. Bdubs’ head poked out, and he batted at the moss.]

“NO. BAD MOSS.”

[He scolded the moss, finally looking up at Grian and grinning.]

“Hiya G! ‘s all good, the moss likes you.”

[philzas-mailbox]

YOU.

[ the speed at which he dives adds to his weight as he lands to perch on phil's shoulders, claws digging in to steady himself. ] where are they?

FUCK-

[thank god the wall was there. He was not expecting the sudden weight of his brother, and his wings entirely flared out to help him balance.]

Who?! And warning jackass!

[he glared up at his older brother as Grian perched on him, standing up straight again. He wasn’t usually this harsh, but he had also been up for 72 hours at this point…]

@grians-mailbox

[eyesremain]

thanks for the gifts, by the way. kinda funny to see watcher's like you lot celebrating something like valentine's day.

( for dave! )

Valen- IT'S VALENTINES DAY????

[ Dave was shocked, how did he not know?! ]

[bunnis-mailbox]

Grian: i’ve been gone for one day and you’re SICK?

Grian: you’re so dramatic

“….charles batchelor dont start.”

He grumbles from beneath a pike of blankets, glaring daggers at him

[rendogs-mailbox]

rennnnnnnnn! 🎶 [ he’s definitely not looking suspicious with his hands behind his back. ]

are you alone?

[he hadnt had a visit from grian in a while, hearing the man's voice makes his tail wag as he goes to greet him]

hey g! yeah, alone- was just finishing up some building, whats up?

[gtwscars-mailbox]

There is a bee in your mailbox

Its Mr Bubbles

He is soft and friendly, he sits on your head like a hat.

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ITS HIM

I LOVE HIM.