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Grian had started to feel a bit silly around twenty-some minutes into the recording for episode two of, secret life.
They had just had an hour long break before starting up recording, since episodes one and two had been done in the same day, and grian was feeling extra goofy.
Something about the two sessions in one day had grian a bit more tired than usual, or well, that's why he assumed he was in such a childish mood.
He wasn't thinking about the possibility of him having slipped, because he didn't feel fuzzy at all. He just felt giddy. No tiredness or fog had settled over his mind as they usually would under the circumstance of him regressing, so he chalked up his silly want to pursue such an abstract, and arguably ugly build, to him being on his second wind of energy.
Not that he would call it ugly, no. he felt it in a rather silly way, was an expression of the inside of his head. It felt like mush, but in a way that made him giggle, just because of how silly the antics of the other server members had been.
Whenever he thinks about the weird things big B has been saying, he laughs to himself in utter confusion. He is so fond of this seasons new gimmicks, what with the secret tasks and all. It makes for some of the funniest bits he has seen.
A bit into his odd building, some of the other server members had started bugging him, pinging him to go over to one of their bases, inside of a lump of a hill.
He doesn't entirly want to go, a bit obsessed with his silly infinite starecase, having just incorporated a mountainside in it, creating diagonal caves, but after a bit of nudging he gave in, and said he'd be there soon.
Once he approached the door he noticed a lot of nametags, much more than would be normal in a single room together.
He questions aloud what was going on, smile evident in his voice. Everyone was on green, so nobody could have been the boogeyman, this thought keeps him at ease the whole time, knowing whatever this was could only possibly be a harmless joke.
He hears lizzie telling him to come in, followed by hushing, from the others inside.
He does just that, walking in to see just about everyone on the server, except a couple members, all on their stomachs in-between trapped doors, all cheering for him.
"Aww you guys–! You shouldn't have!"
He says, with a wide smile, blushing a bit as they sing happy birthday.
This moment, he later reflects, is when he truly felt like he had began to slip, or at least when he realized he was slipping.
He was just thinking he was close to it, assuming he was still big but slowley tumbling, when the reality was that he had already slipped, quite a bit, he was just old enough to convince himself he was an adult.
After the chaos of mumbo and others getting 'trapped' the hole outside, he continued on his episode, feeling fuzzier by the moment, but doing his best to make it through the end.
The rest of the episode went by normally, grian still slipping further, but playing it off decently well.
He got called out by Scott for moving his door, setting him back in his task a bit, he however recovers and finishes his task, A few more shenanigans happening in between this point and the end of the episode.
Grian feels downright exhausted as they watch Tim, lizzie, and pearl, fail their tasks, managing to giggle as the others jokingly booed them, and cracked some jokes.
He has most definitely already sunk into babyspace, falling quiet aside from the uncontrollable giggling at the chaos going on around him.
He feels quite bad after they booed lizzie, his baby brain muddling the context, he is aware everyone is being lighthearted and just goofing around, but he still feels the need to gift her his gift heart, feeling a bit guilty.
He quickly finds himself seeking scar out as soon as their recordings have finished, him standing the closest to him, a bit harshly bumping into his side.
He is a bit startled, but he greets grian casually, accepting the contact warmly. "Heya, ready to go home?" He asks, still not looking at grian, however wrapping an arm Over to his shoulder and zqueezing a bit.
Grian feels too out of it to put together an answer. He feels fuzzy and not really there, the squish into scar's side pushes him impossibly deeper.
At the lack of a response he takes a good look at grian, eyebrow raised with a hint of concern.
Grian is happy to see that scar suddenly registers what's going on, which was easy to decipher to the muscled man once he took in how young grian looked.
He had his lips pressed together, however underneath his top lip his teeth were gently biting down on his bottom lip. His sleeves were fully stretched down instead of bunched a bit at his wrists, causing all but his fingertips to be visible. His hand clung to scar.and his eyebrows were only slightly furrowed, not anxious or upset but just small.
"Oh your just a small little birdie arent' cha?" He asks, kindly, with a tone that he must know makes little grians brain melt, rubbing the shoulder he had rested his hand on.
Grian once again, didn't answer, just whined quietly, not at all upset, nuzzling into Scar's side.
Scar suddenly perks his head up at Cleo loudly addressing the whole group.
"Alright everyone I'm on Caregiver duty, have we got any Littles with us tonight"? She speaks very kindly, her accent seaping through her words like honey to grians ears, and she gently slaps her hands together accentuating her words.
He wants Cleo, he wants to cling to her and for her to hold him, and that desire is all he can feel, still entirley unable to think. As scar notices grians lack of speaking, he calls over cleo bringing grian to her attention.
Lizzie had been regressing too, however pearl had already tooken to care for her, since they live in the same base back home anyways.
So that just left grian with cleo alone. He wasn't at all upset by this, albeit a bit surprised, content for some one on one time with one of his Caregivers.
He frowns, looking up at cleo, his hands clinging to her purple sleeves, she can't help but coo at how adorable grian looks right now, evidence of how young he was glowing in his eyes, looking oh so innocent and oh so adorable.
She cups his face and gives him a giant smooch on the forhead, which grian giggles at, smiling big, not even the slightest hint of Embarrassment.
"I got a tiny little birthday boy huh?" She exclaims, as they prepare to the hub.
"Ready bubs? Make sure you hold on to me, you know how easy motion sickness gets ya thru these"
As soon as he knows it they are back on the familiar land of hermitcraft. As they are walking towards his base he feels himself gain a bit of awareness, however still no older than two or three.
Once he thought about it, he quickly makes sure all the server stats for the secret life server are all good to go and he shuts the server down, the remaining members getting kicked off now that the recording was over, he struggles in hitting the buttons but once the switch turned gray instead of green he was sure he had succeeded.
As soon as they return to grians base cleo retrieves some things, such as blankets, placing them on the couch for grian to make himself comfortable, which he quickly does, tucking himself into them, happily surrounded by the warmth.
She turns on his TV, the volume low, but audiable in the quiet room, so it's more of a quiet hum in the backround and doesn't distract or distress the little.
He can already feel himself slip back into babyspace, losing track of how much time goes by as suddenly cleo reappears, holding a bottle and a pacifier, among other things.
She shifts Grians head up, putting him into a situp position where he lays on the couch as she slips under him and sits down properly, placing his head down back on her lap with a pillow right under his head.
She cards one hand through his hair gently, making him melt, closing his eyes basking in the warmth. Cleo brings a hand holding a bottle close to his face and his mind goes practically blank as he feels it slip past his lips. He gently sucks on the bottle, entranced with the taste of what was clearly warm strawberry milk.
Cleo cooed at the sight, and before he is lost to sleep, grian notices the bottle being replaced with a vaugley warm pacifier, which cleo must have just boiled as she made the milk.
"Sweet dreams sweet boy." She whispers with another, this time gentle kiss to the forehead, and grian falls asleep to the warm feeling of her massaging his scalp.