Having so much brain rot abt teacher Mumscarian so I’m gonna throw it at you lovely citizens of the inter webs:
- Grian is the part time art teacher who subs a lot at the school.
- Mumbo is the tech teacher who everyone is a little afraid of before they get to know him and realize he’s just a tall, intimidating goofball.
- Scar is an architect who is known for 2 things: Amazing architecture and his cat who he manages to mention in every single conversation regardless of topic. You could be talking to him about geothermal heating and he’d find a way to work in Jellie in something that made complete sense in the moment but was utterly bewildering upon reflection.
I accidentally wrote a fic, so here you go!:
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Grian sighed, heading to the main office to check his mailbox after a long day. He passed his sister, Pearl’s desk, on the way and paused.
It was utterly wrecked, piles and piles of papers decorating it. She was so stressed out at dinner last night…
He sat down. She could owe him for this one. He sorted through the papers, finishing the easy ones and making neat piles of the rest.
It was nearly 9 now, he was going to be late for dinner, but he knew Mumbo was finishing up some work- a student had wrecked their project in the rain by accident so he was painstakingly assembling a replica for them so they didn’t fail the class- so he wouldn’t be home for a while, either.
Mumbo’s love for his students was a big part of what Grian loved about him- it was hardly the first time Mumbo had gone far, far out of his way to help one of them- once he actually drove all the way to a student’s house to talk them through a project that would make or break their grade after they called him crying.
Partially to distract himself and partially to annoy Mumbo, Grian pressed the button on the intercom. Everyone would be out of the building by now, so he wasn’t worried about annoying anyone.
“Main office to Mumbo Jumbo, how are you, dearest?”
It only took a couple seconds for Mumbo’s reply. “Grian?! How-“ Grian could hear Mumbo’s smile in his voice, “You almost made me drop the whole project! I’d have to start from scratch!”
Grian laughed. “Sorry…”
“No you’re not.”
“Nope!” Grian grinned into the mic, squinting at the page in front of him. “Did you go to the assembly today?”
“Yep… had to go to the first one and the third.”
“The presenter was so hot.”
Mumbo laughed. “Seriously, the man was way too attractive for his own good.”
“And his cat was the cutest.”
“No, the cutest was how much he loved her.”
Grian grinned. “Okay, you’ve got me there. And his eyes, too.”
“What about them? I wasn’t close enough to see.”
“They were like this really vibrant shade of green- I’ve literally never seen someone with that color eyes before- and it perfectly complemented his suit too- I wondered about the maroon until I saw his eyes…”
Grian slowed his ramble, and Mumbo clearly noticed but didn’t say anything.
“Anyway, yeah, he was so hot.”
Mumbo laughed. “I’m nearly done here, but I have a lot of clean up to do, so I’m gonna go for a bit.”
“Okay! I’m just tidying in the office, so I’ll be here when you’re done.”
“Love you, Gri.” Mumbo said over the intercom, and Grian grinned, turning it off with a quick “Love you too.”
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Grian had finished cleaning Pearl’s desk and had moved on to his own papers when he was interrupted by the door opening.
“Ready to head home, babe?” He asked, not looking up.
Someone cleared their throat. “Sorry, just wanted to let you know I’m leaving…”
Well that definitely wasn’t Mumbo. Grian looked up.
“Oh.” His face was definitely burning. “I- sorry, can I help you?”
The man in front of him- a taller guy in a wheelchair, wearing a maroon suit with a cat snuggled into his lap. Grian drew his eyes up to his face, which was currently doing it’s best to color match the suit, to meet those startling green eyes.
“I’m Scar.” The man offered, rolling toward the desk. “Do I need to sign anything or can I just go?”
Scar’s voice was smooth, but his red face betrayed how flustered he was.
“Nope!” Grian squeaked.
“Hear that, Jellie? Time to go.”
Grian watched Scar’s rapidly retreating chair, cursing his bravery for what he was about to do. “Wait! There is something I need you to sign.”
Scar’s head turned quickly. In moments, he was in front of the desk again. Grian shoved the paper he had just written at him.
Scar read it, eyebrows raised. “This is a… non-disclosure agreement?”
“So you don’t tell everyone about what you overheard.” Grian explained, blushing.
Scar’s face stretched into a classic salesman smile. “Oh, but what if I want to tell someone?” He rolled closer. “I can think of a few things I’d like to say.”
Grian, stupidly, raised his chin at this. “Oh yeah?”
“How about, ‘Are you single?’” Scar asked, equally confident.
Grian frowned, pretending to ponder the question. He leaned forward, face inches from Scar’s. “I suppose that wouldn’t be a breach of contract…”
“Perfect.” Scar breathed. Grian started to lean in. Scar sat back in his chair, teasingly. “And what about the other fine fellow on the line? Would it be imprudent to ask about him as well?”
“Oh, not at all!” Grian grinned, sitting back in his seat. “In fact, I could call him right now, see if he has any objections to our little contract.”
“I think that would be quite appropriate.”
Grian turned on the intercom. “Mumbo Jumbo to the main office?” He turned it off again, leaving no room for Mumbo to protest.
“And now, would it be a breach of contract to suggest, say, dinner?” Scar asked, eyes gleaming.
“Actually, Mumbo and I are going for dinner soon… any objections to Thai?”
“That sounds amay-zing!”
It was that moment that Mumbo walked into the main office, tugging a backpack on wheels behind him. Mumbo stopped in the doorway seeing Scar. Behind Scar’s back, he mouthed to Grian “He’s been here the whole time?!”
“Ready to go?” Grian replied, standing and gathering his things. “We have a date.”
“Sorry, what?”
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