Chapter 10
note: barely any time has passed between last chapter and this one 8)
(edited on August 3, 2015- i took something out bc it was obnoxious)
(edited again on December 6, 2015)
it became rly short i'm so sorry
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Murdoc is, above all else, an extremely restless person with neurotic tendencies. His heels scuff and scrape against the dry pavement floor as he spins in circles outside 2D's door. His pacing only seems to get worse as time goes on, and he locks his fingers firmly in his hair when his anxiety begins to consume him.
He quickly grows frustrated with himself for having such fragile thoughts and desires, but it's nothing new to him. Not in any sense.
He continues pacing outside of 2D's bedroom door, trying to think of a good and very Murdoc-esque way of approaching him without coming off as desperate.
After a few seconds of silent brainstorming, and ultimately coming up with nothing, he tears his fingers from his hair and heaves an angry sigh. His eyes dart across the floor, searching for something, anything to pick up and when he focuses on a loose piece of cement cracking out of place near his feet he narrows his eyes.
Murdoc smirks to himself and bends over, tugging the slab out of place. Hefting it into his arms, he counts down in his head from three to one, and slams it against 2D's door with all his might. He hears a feint rustling from the other side runs off in the opposite direction, skidding to a stop next to his car. When he's a good distance away he feigns nonchalance and watches 2D's door open, blue-headed mop of hair emerging from the doorway.
"Hey there, faceache!" Murdoc greets cheerfully, snickering at 2D's bleary and confused expression.
2D scratches his head and casts the bassist an irritated glare. "Did you throw jus' somethin' at my door?" he asks, exiting his room completely and crosses his arms over his chest. Murdoc snorts.
"Oh of course not." he drawls, sticking his hands in his pockets. "As you can plainly see, Stu-Pot, I'm over here. Notthere."
2D looks to the area next to him and spots the cement slab, cracked slightly and very obviously moved by a human.
"..Yeah...okay..." he laments, his tone sounding unconvinced. 2D seems to take note of how Murdoc is dressed: jacket, sweaters, hat... just bundled up because he's always so fucking cold.
He seems to take note, but he doesn't seem to register it. The bassist shifts under 2D's stare.
"Well," he says, clapping his hands together sharply, motioning for 2D to join him in his little spot, "now that you're awake, why don't you come on over and allow yourself to indulge in my presence?"
2D remains standing outside his door, looking even more confused. "..Huh..?"
Murdoc rolls his eyes and once again motions for 2D to come over to him. "Get over here." he commands, growing impatient. "Come on, start walkin', kid."
2D does as he's told, rubbing at his bare arms absentmindedly, his slipper-clad feed padding against the cement floor mutely. "What d'ya want, Muds?"
The bassist heaves a sigh. "Is it really that hard to believe that I, Murdoc Niccals, want to spend some time with mydearest and closest friend, Stuart Pot?" he asks, his voice pitched up a bit in order to sound heartbroken, placing his hands over his chest. "That's you, by the way. I've gotta say, 2D, you cut real deep."
2D starts to smile a bit despite the annoyance in his eyes. "Well, it's late and I was sleepin'. Can't this wait 'til tomorrow?"
"It'll be tomorrow in a few hours, 'D." Murdoc says, disregarding the fair point the singer makes. He motions for 2D to follow him to the farther side of carpark. "Why wait?"
2D pouts slightly, lowering his head and he drags his feet as he walks. "If it were me wakin' you up in the middle of the night you'd beat the shit out of me without askin' any questions."
"Very true." Murdoc agrees, a wide grin on his face. "But that's not the case, now, is it?"
2D doesn't say anything.
Seeing as they weren't far away from the vehicles to begin with, the two of them approach the Geep and Murdoc makes to sit in the driver's seat.
The singer pauses, raising a brow.
"...Wait, are we goin' somewhere?" he asks, hesitantly. He looks down at himself and pulls at his tshirt. "I'm still in my night clothes."
Murdoc gives him an expression that screams Are You Fucking Shitting Me and rolls his eyes. "Yes, we are, so get in." he replies, already starting the car. "And who the fuck cares? S'not like we'll be out walkin' around."
2D looks unsure, but he clambers into the car anyway and straps himself in.
"Where are we goin'?"
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Murdoc's been driving for a good couple of hours now and the sun is just barely peeking out through the miserably gray sky. 2D had fallen asleep within the first half hour of the drive and Murdoc still hasn't woken him up, too entranced by how unbelievably innocent the singer looks in his sleep.
Murdoc decides that he'll keep going straight until the singer wakes up himself, and after that, he'll probably just keep driving.
He hears a snuffle beside him, fabric shifting slightly and a muffled yawn. Murdoc glances at 2D through the corner of his eye, watching the singer blink the sleep away and his black eyes turn comically wide.
"...Ah." 2D says, his voice holding a strange confused disappointment. "How long have we been out here?" he asks, looking over the side of the car and watches the trees pass them by in a blur of white and green.
"About three hours." Murdoc replies offhandedly, shrugging as if that were a reasonable amount of time to be driving in the middle of nowhere. "Give or take."
2D looks dumbstruck, mouth agape and he blinks.
"...Three hours?" he asks, voice raising in volume. "We've been out here in the freezing cold, driving in the countryfor three hours?"
Murdoc lets out a bark of laughter. "Hey, don't have a tizzy, sunbeam. I put a blanket on you." he says, gesturing to the pile of cloth at 2D's feet. He pauses. "Well, I did. You threw it off yourself in your sleep."
2D rolls his eyes and pulls the blanket back over his lap. It's one of the moth-eaten ones that Murdoc makes a habit of wrapping himself in when he's watching television in the living room.
"Thanks." he mutters, not really sounding all that thankful but Murdoc brushes it off. "What exactly are we doin' out here, anyway?"
"Nothing."
2D is silent for a moment, his face strangely neutral. "...Nothing." he repeats.
"That's what I said, ain't it?" Murdoc asks, snickering. "Look, 'D, don't get all worked up over it. I know that brain of yours is having a bit of a hard time processing this, but just slow down for a sec and brrreathe."
The mockingly-placating tone of Murdoc's voice only seems to annoy the singer further.
"Muds, y'know that I love hangin' out with you," he says slowly, "But I'm not in regular day clothes, an-"
"I already said you don't gotta worry about that." Murdoc interrupts, his tone harsh in order to conceal the slight tremble of his lips, and he adjusts his hat a bit to cover his burning ears. "I just, y'know, wanted to drive around with you for a while. Shoot the breeze in a different locale, yeah? No big deal."
"Oh." the singer says after a tense moment of silence. "...But why so early?"
Murdoc hisses through his teeth, mouth set into an angry frown.
"I didn't want the others taggin along, alright?"
2D looks surprised, but soon after the surprise fades and a bright friendly smile takes over. "Well, you could'a justsaid so, Muds." He says, tone sweet and understanding.
Murdoc grinds his teeth, stomach squirming at 2D's soft tone and he feels his face burn hotter.
"Shut up."
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They arrive back at Kong at 6 on the dot. The faint sounds of groaning in the distance echoes throughout the spacious lot, which only serves to add to the already unsettling atmosphere.
Murdoc parks the car in its usual spot and turns off the engine; 2D is already in the midst of unfastening himself, pallor turning a sickly shade of green. He climbs out of the vehicle and gasps for air, clutching the car door as if it were a lifeline.
Murdoc's natural high begins to die down and he starts to crave something more artificial- injected or ingested, he doesn't care. He's still sitting in the drivers seat when a shadow looms over him.
"What?" he grouses, already on the verge of returning to his usual salty demeanor. 2D looks taken aback but he quickly recovers.
"Oh! Well. I jus'. I wanted to say thanks." he says uncertainly, rocking back on his heels. "It was fun, y'know. Bein' with you. Heh, uh, sorry for bein' such a tosser about it. Earlier, I mean."
"Whatever, don' let it go t'your head. Satan knows you have the room for it."
2D glares at him irritably, digging his heels into the cement. The tension rises and Murdoc begins to grow uncomfortable under 2D's stare.
"...I'll see y'later, Muds." he says finally, offering small wave in farewell. Murdoc waves back and watches as the other ducks back into his room, closing the door behind him.
After a moment of stiff silence he sighs and rests his forehead against the steering wheel.
The humming never stops.
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A/N: rly short. lmaooooooooooooooo