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He lets out a soft groan, the room brighter than it normally is, he must have forgot to turn his lamp of.
Mumbo goes to sit up but cant, his eyes are still blurry with sleep. He notices the weight on his arm, Yawning he looks down.
Oh
Oh
Grian lay on his arm, resting against mumbo’s chest, he realises that this isnt his bed, nor is it even his room. Its grians. his tartan blankets still on a heap on the floor from last night, Paper balls piled up in the metal bin next to his desk with scattered paper and books that lay open. His walls were cream, broken and cracked but covered in posters of bands and games.
He blushed as he remembered last night. Everything he and grian said. Everything they did, he suddenly noticed that they had not gotten dressed after and that they were both very naked. He blushed, looking at grian, studying the many bites and hickeys left on his back, neck and chest.
Grian whined softly, squinting up mumbo as he hands fumbled for the glasses he had left on his desk. “Mumbo?” He laughed, placing them carefully on grians face. “Hey, buddy.”