The warm afternoon sun was beaming in through the open window, casting a warm blanket over the room. Scar was knitting in his wheelchair, humming a soft melody under his breath. Mumbo was sitting on the floor with his toolbox to one side which was sprawled open, redstone dust covered his hands as he worked on a project. Grian (you) just walked in the room from the bedroom after having a relaxing shower
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