What Are You?
You’ll Like It...
He didn't know how much more he can take looking at that sodden blue God. He understood it was to early to mess around his head much less the sheets. Especially under the current circumstances where grief still rumbled in their chests. Some more silently than others, But the close quarters doesn't help his dick...
It's even harder when his scent overpowered the rum, the passing hours daydreaming when he should be sleeping, listening intently to the sleepy breaths shooting small shives down his spine. Even the look in his eyes held a beautiful amount of amazement when he peered at the waterlife, full of awe and fear. He was a goner, he realized it the moment his thoughts wandered to his missing front teeth.
he slumped back in his chair chewing on his pipe, seeming uninterested in the tall bluenette he stared down like a hungry fox and tried to seem uninterested in anything related to the man in front of him. Especially the bonding he's trying with the cyborg.
“ Well, no not quiet. It getting close though! Here” He grabs her hands to show her the handshake for the twelfth time always getting stumped on the same damn step, He needs to stop messing with that damn robot. “Now, copy my face” he says as he scrunches up his nose poking the tip with his tongue.
Cyborg follows suit exactly,perfectly even, leaving behind no feeling and a loose dead stare. Dee’s tongue hangs limp in a moment of realization. What am I trying to do? All was quiet till a scan was put in place by the other causing an alarm to go off in the Cyborg, a small series of little bloops making 2D spark back.
“Im detecting emotional distress” Noodle states blantly looking back to Murdoc, and with those two little words that makes him turn back fast. “Ok time for a charge” He replied quickly to cover up the machines words “Tusspot why dontcha come look here for a bit?” Cyborg then stands, marching straight to the back to plug herself in as 2D ceases to move from his hard stare at the spot “Noodle” once sat. “Oi, faceache” “...” he could still see a fuzzy outline of her if he concentrated hard enough. “2D!” he speaks up a bit louder. “God Are you bloody deft? “Hu?” he blinks the dryness out of his eyes before answering Murdoc.
Murdoc pats the arm of his chair to emphasize.
“Im...I'm good Mudz” “Get over here”
Stuart gives a sigh before stumbling over to the faux Captain. Standing, Silent as they listen to the passing waves, As he takes in every little intake of the others breath. Its peacefully. Murdoc watched absentmindedly along to the breathing as seeing the other focused on a school of fish warping through the waves. He had a hint of a smile on his lips yet, there it was again, that look in his eye. What's he scared of?
“So what's the problem?” Murdoc asks to break the silence. “Mean besides the kidnapping?, everything” Stuart says all to quick wittedly smile wiping from his face. Well damn, got me there. “I ment with the ocean” “What with the ocean? Nofinks wrong wit the ocean, I love it you know that” He says a little too quickly making the words unbelievable with his stumbling accent. “Dents”
Stuart clicks his nails together behind his back hoping to keep his nervous habits hidden as deciding whether or not to tell the man his problems.
“Its……, well its.” “Your mumbling” Murdoc says agitatedly. ‘Whales” Stuart says speaking up.
Murdoc laughs as Stuart watches the cork pipe bob mockingly, furrowing his eyebrows.
“What!?” Stuart says with a bite in his words. “Ain't ya dad like a fish guy though?” he asks though his laugh “Marine biologist and yea, so?” “So what ya scared of those fat things anyway?” “It could eat me!” “Eat you! Eat You!? Whales eat krill dumbass” Murdoc explains, with breathing difficult to handle ‘Krill swim in groups don’ they?” Stuart says in a quick retort “Yeah?, your point?” He says calming down from his manic high. ‘Well...when dey swim in the groups it's big!...so dey can mistake me for krill hu?, like when sharks bite surfers by accident?”
As he thought over his words he was taken aback at the question, could they mistake things for a group of food? It was a stupid yet, somewhat intelligent thought that he couldn't really answer, well really how could he? but he wasn't wrong. “.....far fetched,but this- this isn't some pinocchio scenario Dee, and you're not scared of sharks so why whales? “Well, a shark is smaller... I cou’ somewhat fight back, maybe even win?” “Fat Chance” Murdoc says with a grin staring at the others annoyed expression. “Wot Im tryin ta say is that it’ll be scary jus livin in a whale. You’d just be sitting in a pitch black room made of flesh.. till ya jus die, if it dont ripe ya leg apart first.” he says ending the conversation to look out the window again.
…..
A loud sneeze after the following silence makes Stuart jump away from the Bassist glaring at the other through his sniffle. Murdoc rests his hand on the Singer's lower back in a non-verbal apology only to slip lower as the other allows the rare comfort.The pair stops there,right at the hip precisely as they both gaze out the window, working out each other's uncertainty with daring movements, lower down the hip, through a belt loop, thumb slowly rubbing bare skin. It's only till the Bassists dares to move under the shirt does Stuart speak up.
‘Mudz..” He says with warning Does it really look like I know what I'm doing either? He said to know one but himself. He lingers his hold a few moments longer before dropping his arm to the side, making a chirped noise of disappointment for the both of them.
“What's it like?” Stuart asks after a pregnant pause
The question took him back few stages as he tried to pinpoint exactly what he was asking. Sensing the other's confusion he spoke before the Faux Captain had a chance of retaliation.
“You painted it pink, but like ugly pink?” He asks making idle conversation
Murdoc closes his mouth with a solid hum and hands the pipe over to 2D, Lighting a match for the mans whose hands shook to much to do so himself. Watching him inhale the fumes of the remaining salvageable tobacco before speaking.
“Its wonderful, I think. Not the type of amazement wonderful it's more like ‘why is this heap of shit here?’ sort of wonderful.” He spoke while he fanned the match out.
“Like when ya find an arm on a corn dog?”
“Yeah?” he says with a questioningly, mumbling to himself as he repositioned himself in the chair.
“Far away it looked amazing…. Then when ya get up reeeal close n’ see all the melted plastic you’ll do a double take I swear”
“So its literal garbage?”
“Yeah... not gonna sugar coat it, it's a landmass forged from a shit load of garbage. Don- don worry your pretty head though Dents. I cleaned most of it up and made a palace modified from that playboy-ishq mansion we got kicked out of in Monaco” Murdoc spoke while watching the smoke tendrils pour from his thin lips.
Though trying to seem uninterested in the charismatic levels pooling from the Bassist he couldn't hide the smile threatening to form at the corner of his mouth.
“You'll like it we got a studio, a lovely rotting lighthouse where I hold my radio channel, and a very Hot sun~”
“It sounds like crap Mudz” Stuart said laughing as he handed the pipe back to him.
