DISCLAIMER: Gorillaz don't belong to me. Neither do Damon or Jamie.

Note: I decided to write this fic because of the startling lack of Damon/Jamie stuff out there. I hope you like it, but it's my first fic, really. So it really isn't any good. But thanks for reviewing. That was a subliminal message, there. And I know the chapters are short. But I get my imagination in short spurts. Ooh, that sounded dirty.

Ohyes. And if anyone knows whose name Damon was about to say in the first chapter/who Murdoc bumped into, they win my internetz. Foserious.

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The peanut butter smelled funny.

2D had been inspecting it for a few minutes. He wasn't entirely sure if it was 'safe' or not—most of the food at Kong Studios was questionable. In the entire time he had lived there, he could recall only one big grocery trip, and that was when Russ had first joined 2D and Murdoc in their lovely abode. What he was puzzling over now remained from that trip.

He figured that it would be safe because it was in an unopened jar. Right? That made sense. But when he opened it, it was a little…funny looking. He sighed. This would've been so much easier if he hadn't wanted a sandwich. Peanut butter and jelly was his favourite, too.

He decided to chance it.

Bravely wielding a (butter) knife, he picked up the slice of bread, and…

…and nearly collided with Murdoc as he stormed through the kitchen.

"Watch it, dullard," he snarled, shoving the singer and causing him to drop his bread on the floor.

"Good morning t'you, too…" 2D mumbled to Murdoc's retreating back as he stared forlornly at the bread on the filthy floor. Though he was slow, he wasn't stupid—he knew Murdoc was in a bad mood about SOMETHING. 2D wasn't sure what he had done wrong. Had he missed a practice? No. It had to be something he wasn't aware of.

That left a good deal of choices. Murdoc got angry at him if he smiled funny, or breathed too loudly. Or twitched too much. Or…well, he couldn't name all of them. But there were lots, to be sure. And when he commented upon this—he recalled saying something about how Murdoc was like a woman who was constantly PMS-ing—Murdoc would invariably get angry at him even more so. He sighed and picked up the bread. Maybe he wouldn't try it after all. But in terms of Murdoc, the best thing to do, he decided, would be to ask. Bread in hand, he vacated the kitchen in pursuit of Murdoc.

He was walking very quickly, forcing 2D to have to jog to keep up with him. He really needed to stop smoking. It caused him to be out of breath much too easily.

"Muds," he panted. "Muds. Hey. Hey. I'm sorry."

This caused Murdoc to stop suddenly, causing 2D to almost bump into him in his haste.

"For what?" Murdoc growled with harsh suspicion, causing 2D to back up a step or two. For some reason, he refused to so much as glance at 2D's face, his eyes instead pinned on the ground

"Well, ah…I fought you were angry at me for…for…" He brightened. Now was the time to discreetly change the subject. "So! How was your meeting with Damon and Ja…"

This was met with a fist colliding with 2D's somewhat puzzled face.

"BLOODY FINE, ALRIGHT?" Murdoc exclaimed angrily before stalking off, presumably to the 'Bago.

2D was left standing there with a bloody nose. He sighed.

Sometimes, he just did not get Murdoc Niccals.