part two! plz request stuff plz <3

Pesky bird. Pesky bird. P.B. Pesky bird. PB&J. I want a sandwich. Sand-witch. Sad witch. Pesky bird. Huh. Grian stared at the floor as Xisuma left the room to go get some water.

He came back a few minutes later with Stress by his side. She held a potion of healing and had a side bag that must've had other medic stuff.

Surely, there's things to do better than check up on me, he mused, taking the water. His headache was still there and nothing seemed to help. Everything was just too confusing.

Stress was talking to Xisuma, who relayed the events of which he knew of. Stress walked over to Grian and talked to him for a bit, before turning back to X. Stress's eyebrows scrunched together as she glanced at Grian. "Dysphasia," she muttered. "The partial loss of language. Usually happens after a stroke, trauma or clot a blood."

What? Oh. Ohhh. Oh.

"Pesky Bird?" What Grian meant to say was 'What?' but instead he had to deal with his weird obsession of killing parrots. Curse the last thing he saw. Stupid elytra. Stupid pesky bird.

"His brain is a loop kind of stuck in. Basically, it makes mixed sentences up get in his head," Stress explained. "It shouldn't last more than months a couple. I think."

Think? That sound bad. "Pesky bird." And pesky bird is only speaking word.

Stress left for her base and Xisuma agreed to look after Grian for the next couple months.

Which is gonna be a disaster.

~ • ~

Grian tapped the admin on his shoulder, trying to get his attention. It was proven harder than he thought, mainly because X was so focused on his admin work. Totally not because he had to almost tippy-toe to reach X's shoulder.

"Hm?" he mumbled in proof that he was listening. Grian tapped his shoulder again so that the taller would turn around.

When he did turn to face the short hermit, Grian started moving his hands from his head like he was saluting. Xisuma seemed confused at first, until Grian pointed at himself, pulled his hands farther apart vertically and then spun his fingers in a circle, soon pointing them in different directions. (Damn this was hard to describe)

"Sign language?"

Grian nodded his head happily, obviously proud for saying 'hello' and 'I'm learning sign language.' "Pesky bird!" He frowned and grabbed his communicator.

<Grian whispers to Xisumavoid: thats all i no>

<Grian whispers to Xisumavoid: but im go refill barge>

"Okay," X says, after deciphering Grian's texts. "Stay safe and message me if you need me."

<Grian whispers to Xisumavoid: :D>

<Xisumavoid whispers to you: :-)>

Grian giggled at the nose on the face and grabbed his elytra, double-checking and triple-checking the durability and straps, before spamming his rockets to the shopping district.

Iskall was in the shop, searching through some chests when Grian dropped in. He gave a small smile and was asking a question when Grian pulled out his communicator.

<Grian whispers to Iskall85: cant tlk>

<Grian whispers to Xisumavoid: was dare>

He didn't even try to spell dysphasia. It was a dare. Simple as that. Perhaps a challenge.

"Pesky bird!" he shouted at the figure of Iskall flying away with some sand. He smiled to himself. To others this was just an oddly normal weird Grian day.

this is a very halfassed job of an ending sorry :/ also sorry ive been inactive, school sucks and im so tired. not to mention ive been writing 2 dif novels as well