Little Bird in Tumble

Grian blew his horns and could see Jimmy turn to look to where Joel, Tango, and Scar were watching it all unfold. There was a lot of yelling, and he couldn’t hold back giggles at the dramatics of it all. “You’re not even safe in your own SMP!” he yelled, matching the energy and holding back the urge to dive straight towards who he had grown to see as a brother figure over the years, both fuzzy and not.  In the end he didn’t need to fight off the want to dive into the others arms, because Jimmy ran up to him and picked him up giving a hug that drowned him in a wave of comfort he hadn’t realized he missed. The downside of such a good cuddle, even if it only lasted ten seconds - which was both too long and not long enough - was that it almost immediately succeeded in shutting down what little barrier he had to hold back slipping. How long had it been since he’d gotten a cuddle from his older, off server friends? After the initial tidal wave wore off enough for him to think he remembered where he was, more importantly who was watching. Scar and Tango were both still there!