2D ran his hands down his face and sighed. He was tired. Afraid of the whale who was now right out his window. Angry at Murdoc. He sighed once more and trudged out of his underwater room to The Lift, pressing the button labeled "Study - Studio". He needed answers from Murdoc. And something to do to get away from that damn whale.
The Lift slowly creaked up to the Study/studio. The door creaked open and he walked out slowly, spotting Murdoc sitting at the desk. "'Ello Face-Ache." 2D looked up and raised his hand in greeting. He was suprised Muddz hand answered that nice. "'Ay Muds. Can I ask yew a few questions?" Murdoc grunted his approval and lifted his boot-clad feet onto the desk. "Err...First o' all, why'd yew drag meh here? Like...yah."
Murdoc moved his hair out of his pinkish-red eye and blinked. "Err, Well D, isn't it simply obvious?" he asked, his voice nearly dripping with sarcasm. "To make a return. To make Plastic Beach." 2D sighed inwardly and his shoulders slumped a bit. "I know that, Mu'doc. Is there...a err...another reason?"
Murdoc's cheeks and nose went slightly pink. "No Dullard. Why the 'ell would there be another reason? Now do me a favor, and get out of mah face." He threw the little bottle of ink that was on his desk at 2D's face. 2D dodged it, and it missed him by a hairbredth and smashed on the wall.
He sighed. "Fine...Whatevur." He shuffled back into The Lift and went to the entrance of Plastic Beach. The birds that lived there were once again bickering outside the door. 2D trudged onto the shore of the beach, looking out at the horizon. He thought back to his conversation with Murdoc that had just happened. Why had he turned red? 2D got up and looked around. Why had he come out here in the first place? It was ugly out here. And plus, the stalker whale could pop up and drink his blood at any minute. He stalked back into the beach and down to his room.
LATER THAT DAY... - lolz...anyway...
2D was about to drift off to sleep when he heard the lift stop at his room. What now? Was Murdoc coming to torture him now? When his door opened, he discovered it was Cyborg Noodle. "What'du want, Cy?" He needed sleep. He barely got any last night because of that goddamn whale. Cyborg walked over to him and put her hands on her hips. "What do I do every night, 2D? Making sure you haven't excaped yet." She turned to go, but right when she got to the door, she stopped and turned around. "Wanna know something, 2D?" 2D groaned. "What IS it, Cyborg?" he yelled. She shrugged. "Oh it's just that...Well, Emyouaredeeohsee loves you. Just thought you should know." With that, she turned back around and dissapeared in the lift.
2D sighed. He dragged his hands down his face. He knew Murdoc had liked him. He just needed to confirm it. And thanks to Cyborg, he was right. Maybe that robot thingy was some good use after all he thought, drifting off to sleep.