The color returned.

Grian smiled at Zedaph. "Sure, why not?"

Zedaph grinned. "Great!" He glanced around, his expression still as bright as ever. He met Grian's eyes. "So... when are you available?"

"Right now actually," Grian answered, crossing his arms.

"Awesome, right this way!" Zedaph yelled out, turning around and walking away.

Grian raised a brow and glanced up.

"Can't we just fly?" He asked, glancing back down. He quickly follow Zedaph. "Or at least go through the portals?"

The purple eye hermit turned behind and stare at him. "We're walking! Let's not be lazy, gotta do some exercise sometimes, you know?" Grian chuckled at him.

He's not gonna tell Zedaph that living in a survival world was already exercise. He's Tango and Impulse's responsibility, not his.

"Alright, Zedaph, but I don't have all the time in the world." He still has to find articles involving the void.

"I suppose we can do a shortcut..." Zedaph spoke, turning back forwards. "But you gotta close your eyes, alright?"

"Uhh. Sure?" Grian shut his eyes and stood still, crossing his arms. "What now?"

He heard footsteps towards him.

"Zedaph?"

He gasped out and opened his eyes as he felt hands reached the back of his neck. Another hand covered his eyes.

"Zedaph, I thought it was only you!" He cried out, panic forming in his chest.

"Nope." A voice sounding similar to his spoke. "I'm sorry, Gri Gri."