AN: Here's another chapter, tell me how I did on the accents, I took em down a notch, but yeah really tell me what you think.

(This happens the same day, just later on in the morning around 11am)

Eats n' Electronics

"Food is done!", Russell's deep voice echoed through the house.

2D slowly filed into the hallway, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Frankie followed closely behind, keeping an eye out for Murdoc.

"Wut ya make'n, Rus?", 2D asked, trying to poke his way around the bulky drummer, to see what was on the stove.

"Sit ya ass down D", Russell joked, playfully pushing the singer back a bit. 2D took a seat at the table.

This is turning out to be a good day. Frankie thought to herself walking into the kitchen to find her cousin smiling. I can't tell him about Murdoc, he looks so happy.

Frankie took the seat next to 2D, and smiled at him awkwardly, not knowing what terms they were on since last night. The singer smiled wide, showing a large gap where his two front teeth should have been.

"How you do'n Noodle?", Russell asked, watching the teenaged guitarist shuffle slowly into to the kitchen.

"Fine", she yawned, and sat across from 2D.

"Aw ya'll gonna love dis", the drummer beamed as he brought plate after plate of breakfast foods to the table: bacon, pancakes, grits, eggs, muffins, the list goes on.

"Wow, Rus", Frankie rubbed her hands together, "This looks amazing."

Russell shrugged modestly.

"Yeah". 2D agreed, reaching for a muffin. He accidently bumped into a tall stack of pancakes, causing them to fall on Noodle. The room fell silent, and Noodle's face grew angry. 2D's eyes grew wide, he tried to apologize but couldn't seem to make the words. The Noodle let out a quick giggle, Frankie joined her, and within a few seconds the whole room was laughing.

"Ey ey ey!", A grumpy voice scorned from the hallway, "Wut's all dat laugh'n in 'ere!", Murdoc hissed as he entered the kitchen. He took a moment to glare at everyone individually, feeling completely comfortable wearing only a tight purple thong.

"Oh com'on man", Russell groaned, covering his milk white eyes, "We got company, wut you think'n man?"

Murdoc looked in Frankie direction.

"O 'ow rud'a me", he smiled a devilish grin, and exited the room.

"Muds ain't really da kind'a person'a wear…" he pasued, "Well…clothes realli."

The room fell silent again.

"Hey Rus", Frankie asked, feeling weird to be the one to speak up.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have a computer anywhere around here?"

Russell tapped his spatula against the side of the stove, thinking, "I think Murdoc got one…yeah yeah…he got a laptop or some'n"

Frankie sank into her seat mumbling, "Of course", under her breath. 2D looked at her confused.

"Why", he continued, "He'll pobli let you see it."

Murdoc reentered the kitchen, still shirtless, but with a pair of tight leather pants thrown on.

" 'Appy now?", he shouted, arms spread out.

Russell rolled his eyes and turned back to the stove.

"Got me put'n on damn clathes", the basset growled, taking a seat and pilling food on his plate.

"When we rehers'n ta'day?", he asked between bites.

Russell shrugged. Noodle picked the last pancake from her lap.

"I dunno", 2D replied, "Maybe 'round six?"

Murdoc swallowed hard, and reached for another fork full of eggs, " Was'n talk'n ta yew faceache", he turned to Russell, "Well?"

"I dunno 'bout dat shit", Russell said annoyed, "Six sound good." He looked over at Frankie. "Didn't you wanna ask Murdoc some'n?"

Frankie looked down at her plate, feeling Murdoc's eyes on her.

"No…forget it."