I had never thought much of it until I saw a textpost about it, really. So uh, I'm just playing around. I have two other pieces finished, but if you'd like to see something specific, don't be afraid to send me a request. I'll do what I can as long as I'm comfortable with it!
Also, I just watched their Telekom interview and I realized I really, really don't understand what they're saying.
Enjoy!
R.I.R.: Comfort
Family: Children
ii. Children
Noodle smoothed her hands over her skirt, brushing away imaginary wrinkles and wondering for what the twelfth time if her outfit was too short. She never really cared what people thought of her or her appearance, but today was a very special occasion and she just wanted to make a good first impression. Peeking at 2D from the corner of her eyes, the guitarist secretly tried to fluff out her hair. Her drink laid untouched before her on the tabletop, unable to take as much as a sip considering that her stomach was doing Olympic-worthy somersaults inside of her.
2D turned to look at her just as she combed her fingers through her locks, and she smiled sheepishly, a blush creeping on her cheeks at being caught once again trying look presentable and good enough. He chuckled lightly and leaned in to peck her on the lips, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as he reclined back on his seat. "Yeh look great, love. Stop worryin'."
"Sorry," she whispered and fiddled with her fingers beneath the table.
The coffee shop was quiet. Only a handful of other costumes were present, drinking their beverages as they flipped through the daily newspaper or looked at one thing or another on their phones. Noodle tried to distract herself by concentrating on the low music playing in the background, by counting the cars that passed by the window she sat, by reading the menu booklet for the third time in fifteen minutes. Nothing worked, so she shifted in the padded seat of her chair and went back to playing with the ring around her thumb.
2D's chair scrapped against the floor as he rose to his feet moments later. Noodle shifted her gaze between her latte and the tea he had been sipping, and scrambled to her feet to follow after him, tugging at her skirt with every step she took. The young man that had just entered the establishment was just as tall as the vocalist and about her age. 2D walked up to him and enveloped him in a hug, and once Noodle was close enough, she studied the man's face carefully as they greeted each other. He had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, an oval shaped face and a very, very familiar nose.
Yep, definitely 2D's son.
The vocalist held the young man away at arm's length as he grinned, then dropped his arms to wrap one of them around her shoulders and pull her closer. "'Enry, I'd like yeh to meet Noodle. Noods, 'Enry."
Her smile was hesitant as she lifted a hand and offered it for him. "Hey, Henry. Nice to meet you."
Henry smiled brightly at her and shook her hand with vigor. "It's a pleasure to meet ya, Noodle. Love yer guitar solos."
She pressed herself against 2D's side as her lips stretched a bit further, and the vocalist motioned to the back of the coffee shop. "Come, son, let's sit fo' a bit."
The three walked to the table they had previously occupied, finding 2D's tea to be lukewarm, and her latte had gone cold long ago. Henry ordered a simple black coffee and rested his folded arms on the table, leaning forward slightly as he and his father chatted. It was not often that the vocalist could meet with his kids. While he had wanted to raise some of them himself, the mothers usually found it too dangerous to leave their children in a house in which Murdoc lived in. In one of the rare few times one of them was allowed to spend a night back in Kong Studios, 2D had found his kid inside the dirty toilet of the bathroom with one very drunk and very knocked out cold Murdoc curled inside the empty bathtub. Needless to say, none of them were ever allowed to stay for a sleepover again.
Noodle gave up trying to drink something flavorful and asked for a glass of water. Resting her chin on her palm, she observed the two of them conversing, smiling ever so often at the things they said. 2D was not close to many of his children, but it seemed that Henry was one of the few that actually enjoyed meeting up with him. Many times before, he had left the house to meet with them and returned less than thirty minutes later, looking rather indifferent. Occasionally, he would have a grin on his face that was visible from the threshold of the front door. Noodle could safely say that Henry was the reason for those bright smiles that made her heart flutter.
He told his dad about his life, what he had been up to recently, that he had met a nice girl at work and he thought she was the one. Henry fished his phone from his pocket and showed them a picture of a redhead with green eyes, a pretty thing she was. He mentioned that he had called 2D many times some months ago and got no reply, and the vocalist found it hard to explain to his son that he was supposedly marooned in Guadalupe. In the end, he dismissed it as a long story and told Henry he had lost both his cell phone and his number, and it took him a while to find it again, which was true.
She did not speak much with Henry, per see, still anxious at the prospect of meeting him as his father's girlfriend, even if it was a fact only revealed to Russel, Murdoc and their producers. It had yet to be announced to the public, and she wondered if 2D would tell Henry that today. Noodle did not know if she wanted him to or not. He seemed like a nice guy, however. Surely, once this wave of awkwardness that hit her passed, they could be good friends. He did love her guitar solos, after all.
After taking another sip of her water, Noodle rested her forearm on the tabletop and leaned back on her seat, allowing herself to participate in their conversation. Henry replied excitedly, this being a topic that he enjoyed quite a lot. It was a good thing that Noodle seemed to understand just enough about soccer to keep the conversation flowing, because the other man present had few interests when it came to tv and they were horror movies and live concerts.
2D grasped her hand beneath the table and smiled at her, making her own lips quirk mid-sentence. His son missed the whole ordeal, but she could see in the vocalist's eyes that he was glad she was trying to bond with Henry. Noodle squeezed his hand and giggled when he directed his focus to the vocalist again, and he hurried to think of a decent reply. Russel had been the one to perform a better father role out of the three, but she knew 2D would be just as wonderful if given the chance.
She only hoped he would take it.
