2. Envy
"I'll have a lover one of these days, one who proceeds and drops to their feet-"
"To be under yours," 2d interrupted. He was carrying a load of boxes into the storage room. "What is in all of these again? Rocks?"
"No, knuckleheads," He hissed in a sharp tongue. 2d gave him a funny look. "It's a recording system so I can get rid of ye!" With that, a blanket of darkness slapped him in the face.
Murdoc only heard a groan and rolled his eyes in satisfaction.
"I will have a voice like that, a voice so elegant for clumsy oofs like Burpbrain butterscotch here…"
"What?" 2ds' muffled voice craned through the storage room crack.
"Murdoc, it's four o' clock in the morning," Noodled called out. "Go to bed!"
"Say it in Japanese, girly."
A pause filtered the carbon dioxide exiting Murdocs' vocal cords. The path drew him into her room. She nearly pounced under her covers and a book came soaring out. It missed and he leapt behind the door
"What was that?"
"For your selfish donkey behind!"
I want her tone, I want her gender, Murdoc thought, I want to slap a girl, jut be one once.
Murdoc decided he was thirsty and left Noodle to an open-chest door. He kicked the book all the way to his bubbling destination, vodka Springs. He popped the lid coolly and made a face when it stuck stubbornly to the can..
"Acting a fool?" Russell asked behind him, all tired and stingy. "Oy, is that my shaving cream?"
"This is shaving cream?" Instead of growing a fit, Murdoc envied it and examined.
"Fool," Russell sputtered.
"Why can't I be a normal man with a normal life?" Murdoc boomed and raised his hands in the air. Again, a blanket of darkness slapped Murdoc in the face.