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"Wait," Tango shouted before Grian could put the disk into the player. "Just hold on a second, this is really important." None of the three paid much attention to the blazeborn's request, although they had to admit it sparked some curiosity. The other three members of the group complied, waiting for the other to return.

Skizz and Impulse took the opportunity to settle comfortably on the couch, while Grian played around with the disk.

Minutes later, the sound of a 'ding' caught the trio's attention. The demon smiled, now knowing what Tango was up to. After a couple of seconds, the aroma of popcorn began to fill the entire house, putting an end to the trio's curiosity.

"I'm here!" Tango announced, approaching the rest of the group with a large bowl of popcorn. "Alright, now we can start." Skizz couldn't help but laugh at Tango's arrival. For the angel, the situation was extremely funny.

The good atmosphere spread throughout the group. Tango wasted no time in sitting on the couch, passing the bowl to Impulse, who was in the middle.

"Can I put the disk on now?" Grian joked with a smile, looking directly at Tango.

"Go ahead," he replied in the same manner.

With a smile still on his face, Grian inserted the disk into the player, then settled on the free side of Skizz and grabbed a handful of popcorn.

Between laughter from the video, comments from their followers, and popcorn made by Tango, they spent a pleasant afternoon along with a well-deserved rest before returning to action.

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Recoverings in the hospital after a death was always tedious. You might think that after going through the same thing several times, one would get used to it, but that wasn’t the case for them.

All Skizz, Impulse, and Tango wanted right now was to return to their cozy cabin and sleep in the comfort of their own beds, not be confined within those four walls until they were discharged by the doctors.

The only thing brightening their day was the fact that, luckily, all three of them were in the same room, so at least they wouldn’t be alone. On top of that, G spent most of the day with them, joining in on their conversations, reading comments from recent videos on their channel, or just being present while editing something.

“Oh, come on, why are they blaming me for Tango getting hurt?” Impulse complained indignantly. This was the third time that topic had come up that afternoon, and even though the demon knew they were just teasing him, he still ended up feeling embarrassed every time.

Grian laughed openly while a mock-offended Tango explained how it was him who messed up the cell's code yet again.

“I think the only good thing that came out of that moment were the clips we recorded,” Skizz commented, to which Grian nodded, still smiling. “It was amazing to see it on TV.”

“And the viewers loved it too,” Tango added, rolling his eyes, though he didn’t seem genuinely annoyed by any of it. “That was definitely one of our most viral videos,” Grian confirmed, leaning back further in his chair.

Not long after, a nurse came by to inform them that visiting hours would be over in a few minutes, prompting a few groans from the group.

“Well, I guess it’s time for me to head back then,” the avian announced, glancing at the clock on the wall. “I’d like to get home before midnight.”

“Could you clean my wings before you go, Sunspot?” Skizz asked, using the nickname he had recently coined. He had to admit he enjoyed seeing the avian's reaction whenever he used it, clearly still not used to it.

“Of course.” The angel let his body relax under Grian’s gentle touch as he worked on his wings, all while listening to the conversation the rest of the group was having. Unfortunately, that small moment of relaxation didn’t last long, as the nurse from earlier returned to remind them about visiting hours in a not-so-subtle way, practically ushering Grian out the door.

With a quick wave, Grian bid them farewell, ready to finally get some rest once he reached the cabin. Meanwhile, the other three continued their conversation until they gradually drifted off to sleep.

Recoverings in the hospital were tedious, but at least they had each other’s company to make it more bearable.