Grian sits in the Sahara meeting room, waiting for the other architects. His wings wrap around him as he fiddles with some Sahara tixs on the table, muttering to himself tiredly. The wings on his temples curl over his eyes, as he yawns, leaning in his chair, falling asleep. Soon, Mumbo and Iskall arrive and find Grian fast asleep. mumbo chuckles as he sits on his stool and watches Grian, resting his chin on his palm.

"Did we really take that long?"

Iskall chuckles.

"Nope."