2D woke to his alarm in the Wobble Street house. Tiredly, he flopped his hand about on his bedside table until he hit the 'off' button. The lamp cast light through the entire room, illuminating the mess that he lived in. He managed to stumble out of bed and sneak off to the shower, wearing the sweatpants he slept in. Murdoc didn't let any of 'em turn up the thermostat, so he took to wearing them at night.
A brief shower made him feel much better. Back in his room, he picked some clothes to put on. It was never anything as dramatic as the tossing across the room like in the DoYaThing video. He just sort of piled things he didn't want to wear on the floor. He finally settled on his oldest and favorite shirt, the one from the Demon Days era; the T-Virus t-shirt. He grinned slightly. He was in a zombie mood today.
The hallway welcomed him with a pleasing lack of Murdoc. Every once in awhile the stupid git would wake up early just to torment him as he went to work, and he was glad for the lack now. He stepped out and stretched tiredly. The sound of a door opening mid-yawn scared him, but quickly he realized it was just Noodle's room. "Mornin', lil luv," he said, finishing the stretch.
Noodle was tired but smiled, eyes blearily twinkling behind her purple hair. "Good morning, D-san. Did you sleep well?" she asked in a sleepy voice that 2D found adorable.
"'Eah, I fink so... Yew feel like sum breakfas'?" he smiled down at the little guitarist.
She rocked on her feet, then grinned. "Hai. Last one there has to cook," she said, and bolted for the stairs.
"Aww, no fair!" 2D whined, chasing the pajama-clad teen.
Noodle, of course, won. She teased the slightly disoriented 2D as he stumbled to the stovetop. "I want a four-course meal, with pancakes, bacon, french toast, and potatoes."
He looked at her amusedly for a moment. "Toast an' eggs ih' is."
She punched his arm, laughing as he put bread into the toaster. As he worked, she sat down and twiddled her thumbs. Within minutes he was cursing at the complexness of it all. "Dammit, th' eggs ain' cookin' right..." he muttered to himself.
"Here, I will help," Noodle said, gently pushing 2D away from the egg pan, taking control of it while he buttered their toast.
He smiled at her as the second toast popped up. "'Fanks, luv, you're a lifesaver. Wifout yew, I'd 'ave no breakfas' 't all."
She laughed as she scooped the eggs onto their plates. "Welcome. I am rescuing my breakfast too, you know."
"Good point," he looked embarrassed, "ere'd you learn to cook better than me, 'nyways?"
"D, it is not not hard to cook eggs!" she giggled, "All you have to do is make sure they do not burn."
"Oh, tha's th' part I missed."
They smiled and laughed as they sat down. The breakfast wasn't a hearty one, but it was one of their daily habits, to wake up and eat breakfast together. After all, sure as hell no one else was going to make them breakfast. Murdoc was pretty much in a constant state of hangover, and Russel... Well, he couldn't really fit in the building. So it was efficient to have breakfast together. At least, that's how Noodle was justifying 2D's side of it. To be honest, she just enjoyed the company of the black-eyed singer.
"I 'ad an int'restin' thought," 2D said, a thoughtful look on his face.
Noodle snapped back to reality and looked at him. "What is it, D?"
He looked sheepish for a moment, then tentatively said, "Promise yew won' make fun a' me or nuffin?" To which she nodded.
"'ell I star'ed finkin' 'bout 'ow I still look like a teenager," he said morosely, "'nd I 'as finkin' 'bout 'ow my 'air is sti' blue. I fink I stopped gettin' older."
She giggled a little bit, breaking her promise.
He looked up at her, obviously distraught. "I'm serious! I mean, wha' if all Murdoc's smacks 'n th' 'ead 'ike... Stunted me, or somefin?"
She quickly saw his point and became more grim as well. "I suppose it's possible, D-san, I do not know much about that sort of thing. But I would not worry about it, you look handsome as ever."
Only after did she realize what she had said. For a moment, she panicked; she hadn't meant for it to come out like that. Oh god, what would he think of her now? He'd probably-
"'Fanks, Noods, yew def'nitly know 'ow ta get me ta stop stressin' over it." He interrupted her mental suicide with one of his gap-toothed smiles, which made her stomach feel strange.
Noodle stumbled over her words, "I didn't - I mean, I wasn't..."
"Takin' ih' back, eh luv?" 2D asked teasingly, watching her uncomfortability as he munched on the last of his toast.
"No! I just... I do not know." She finally gave up trying to weasel her way out of it, a blush creeping up her cheeks as 2D smiled.
She looked back up as he stood. "Well," he stretched one last time, "I gotta ge' goin', luv. Duty calls, an' all tha." She stood as well, hugging the skinny man, and received a kiss on the forehead. It sent her heart on a marathon, and she hoped he couldn't feel it pounding in her chest as it was. "'Fanks," he said quietly, disengaging from the embrace.
He walked to the door, Noodle trailing behind as if twined to an invisible wire. On the way there, Noodle heard 2D sharply intake breath as he stopped walking. Then, out came the little orange bottle, four pills rattled into his hand, and he quickly threw them in his mouth and swallowed. Noodle simply looked on in dismay. 2D turned around, seeing her there.
"Aww, don' worry 'bout me, luv. I'm jus' fine," he said, in an unusually perceptive moment. He smiled again at her, then walked past the posted eviction notice and out the door, leaving Noodle with butterflies in her stomach and a worried expression on her face.
2D got home early that day, shouting a "'Ey Russ!" up at the giant drummer, and getting a wave in return. Murdoc was playing some of their old records in his studio as he opened the door. He eerily heard his own voice echo down the hall, barely audible:
"Picture, I'm a dreamer,
I'll take you deeper,
Down to the sleepy glow..."
He walked into the kitchen, vaguely bothered by hearing it. Then, he remembered the eviction notice, and backtracked. The little paper said a bunch of legal stuff that usually made his head hurt, so he skipped around looking for a date. Finally he found it. His big black eyes widened slightly, and he murmured under his breath, "Aw, shi'."