#i may have given grian adhd. oops. im not sorry

[doomguybi]

@whale-sharks-tho

Grians hands fidget where he holds them in his lap. Thumb to index to middle to ring to pinky and back, taptaptap. Not for the first time, he wishes he had something better. Not for the first time, he wishes he wasn’t stuck in this stupid sweltering desert. Not for the first time, his gaze drifts to Scar, cheerily racing around the sand, and he knows there wasn’t any other way this could have gone. Still, though. Taptaptaping is fun, but it’s just… missing something. Redstone wires are fun to mess with, but the last time he tried using those… well. It worked out in the end? Either way, Grian's not looking forward to trying those out again anytime soon.

Once again, he checks his inventory, once again there isn’t anything new. He sighs, staring at his hands again. Taptaptap. “Grian?” He jumps, looks up. Scar is there, right there in front of him actually, hadn’t he been chasing rabbits just a few seconds ago? Scar raises his eyebrows. Grian does the same. After a minor staring contest, (which Grian wins, obviously,) Scar asks, “Whatcha doing there, g-man?” Grian racks his (overheated) brains for an answer besides “sometimes my bones get wiggly and I need to move so I don't explode.” Nothing comes to mind, so he shrugs in lieu of speech. At least Scar is giving him some shade, though that is quickly ruined when he plops down in front of Grian.

“Missing something? You’ve only checked your inventory about five times in the past five minutes.” “There's nothing to do and I'm bored out of my mind.” Grian hadn’t even meant to say that, he didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but the desert is boring! Not even grass to pick and braid.

 Scar nods in agreement, running a hand through his hair. “Ugh, this stupid hair is getting ridiculous. But you do have a point, we've kinda. Done everything that’s needed to be done? Now we can rest, I suppose.`` Grian hears not a word of that, staring instead at Scars hair, which has grown out much longer than Scar usually keeps it. The answer had been staring him in the face the whole time, and he hasn’t been able to see it! Rather ironic, considering.

“Turn around.” “What?” Scar blinks at him, but Grian is already pushing at his shoulders. “Turn around, I’ll braid your hair for you. Fixes both our problems, doesn’t it?” Scar immediately brightens, standing again, going completely against what Grian had suggested, and then leaving entirely. Brilliant.

 He sighs, looking to the horizon, almost hoping for another fight to alleviate the boredom, when something soft hits the back of his head. Scar steps in front of him, holding another pillow with a smile. “So you can sit on them and I don’t have to bend down so far!” Grian rolls his eyes, snatching the pillow from Scars hands, stacking them carefully.

They still have to worry about the Crastle, and whatever Ren and Martyn are cooking up for revenge, but for now, they could sit. And braid hair.