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Mumbo held his own tail as he sat on the sofa, watching Grian get comfortable again. The tv was back on and the familiar cartoon had returned with Grian cuddling a pillow as he stared at it. Mumbo looked over at the man, seeing him zoning out softly. He wasn’t sure what he should be doing. His summoner didn’t ask for anything? He just relaxed. It was odd and interesting to see a human so casual around him. Mumbo rarely got to watch humans so naturally. His usual presence scared them even when he was hiding.
Mumbo soon lost interest in the funny people on screen. They said things which he didn’t understand. His summoner laughed though, a soft noise which made Mumbo’s mouth quirk at the sound of. He liked the soft noises his summoner made… It wasn’t particularly musical or something but it was pleasing. It was just nice… Mumbo hadn’t really experienced a lot of nice things, a lot of the nicest things he had, he only experienced recently. So of course, his nice summoner had a nice voice. He was well… nice.
Mumbo set his now empty mug on the side feeling a little lost. He had no schemes to start, no information to find out, no one to over throw. He was just… on a sofa having hot drinks and well… thinking about how nice his summoner was. He quietly chirped to himself. Maybe it was because his summoner was so talkative or maybe he had so much free time but he found himself vocalising a lot more. Usually, his summoners wanted him silent… His nice summoner liked his noises, and flashed him smiles when he made them.
Mumbo pondered this for a while, trying to figure out what he felt right now… He peeked looks at his summoner, seeing him all curled up with his blankets and pillows looking oh so soft and sleepy. He didn’t want to disturb him… He was all settled in. Humans didn’t like being disturbed when they were resting. Mumbo had learnt that from many of his previous summoners. He had been screamed out many a time for misunderstanding the whole ‘tell me as soon as possible’ didn’t actually mean when the human is pooping, with others or sleeping or resting like this.
Grian must have felt Mumbo’s gaze because he sleepily blinked at him. “What is it Mumbo? You wanna some breakfast or you need to go use a litter tray? Because I tell you I ain’t clean it if you do.” Grian joked and yawned. “Why don’t you do something else?” He asked and grabbed the remote. He switched the tv off and the room fell quiet, leaving them lit by the morning rays of sun shine, and the sole lamp in the corner.
Mumbo tilted his head as finally his summoner followed the usual routine. Mumbo felt so odd about it. It was relief and disappointment at the same time? He didn’t have time to figure it out. He had a job to do. “Yes? What would please you?” He asked, voice a low rumble. He reached inside of himself, drawing his powers close, feeling the unnatural energies swirl through him, his blue flames dancing along his blackened claw tips, his lips drawing back revealing his fangs. The bloodlust rising as he tried to think what would Grian, kind human, would need.
At least until Grian threw a pillow at him, jarring him from his daze. Mumbo let out a startled noise and clutched the pillow, his claws cutting into the fabric easily, the faint smell of burning drifting from his grasp. Grian snorted. “What would please me?” He repeated raising an eyebrow. “Have you been talking to Scar? Mumbo… Just go read your dictionary or do something that makes you happy? Life is too short man.”
Mumbo lowered the pillow confused and tilted his head at him. He made a surprised noise at that, his tail swishing back and forth. What made him happy? Mumbo didn’t know. He just stared at Grian trying to figure that out. Well… Existing made him happy. He didn’t like not existing? It sucked. Grian being nice made him happy. At least it felt like happy but stronger? He didn’t know how to classify happy in general? He didn’t like falling over but he did like Grian patching him up and his face got hot as he remembered Grian touching his tail like that. He really liked that… which did bring a question to mind… How nice would it feel with Grian touching other bits of him… not just his tail base?
Mumbo felt the warmth come back and settle in his stomach at that… Yeah that would be nice… Mumbo got up and fetched his dictionary and began reading to distract himself from the heat in his body as he thought about Grian making noises at him while rubbing his tail.
He got through most of the letter A section before he came across a word. He ran his claw over the word ‘arousal’. He nodded as he read the meaning ‘a heightened state of excitement or fear’. Grian touching his tail certainly aroused him that for sure!