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"WOOO!" I shouted, as Mic kicked a broken down car halfway across the landfill. It landed at least two miles away, crashing loudly against some tombstones. I clapped, as his massive tail wagged and he sprinted over to me. I clung to his neck, nuzzling his fur as he tried to lick my face without knocking me down. He'd gone through a few changes after he became a giant. His eyes had turned a sweet wine-maroon red, and four bright red dots decorated his fur under his eyes. The gray fur from his paws, all the way up his legs had turned the same bright red as the dots on his cheeks and little tiny wings had began to spurt and grow from his back. Their growing didn't seem to cause him any pain, they weren't ready for flying yet.
Psh..my dog will be able to fly.
I'm glad I decided to keep him and his medical bills rather than buy some shit-car.
I heard slow clapping behind us, and I turned to see Murdoc.
"You like to clap..don't you." I recalled back to when he caught 2D and I making out on his bed.
"And yew lioke to say stupid things." He shot back playfully, as Mic raced away to go play and I followed Murdoc inside.
Everyone was half asleep in the front room, except for Noodle, who was trying to wipe syrup off her radio helmet. Murdoc swept past Russel and 2D, slapping them on the head as he passed by and stood in front of the couch. I plopped down, snuggling into 2D's side as they both woke up grumpily.
"We gotta' film Clint Eastwood." He said simply, lighting a smoke and leaving the room. Russ huffed, rolling on his side and falling back asleep. 2D seemed awake, and began tugging me down to the elevator.
"Where we going?" I asked, as he pressed the button labeled 'balcony.'
"To tha' roof." He said simply, tossing an arm over my shoulders. I sighed, leaning back into his touch-the elevator seemed slower today. I felt my breath shallow out a little, and I tried to close my eyes and calm down. I'd never really been a fan of elevators-and thinking about what was slowing this one down was worrying me. Had we somehow broken the weight limit? Were the cables snapping? Was there some kind of evil ghost nibbling on the cables-ready to send us to our doom? Was-
"Sane? Ya 'ere wiff me?"
I looked up at the blue haired giant watching me with worried..holes. I nodded, nibbling my lip.
"I'm just a little afraid of elevators sometimes..It's kinda stupid.." I muttered, as he snorted.
"So? I'm 'fraid of whales, tha's dumber than bein' 'fraid of tha' lift...ya in a lift more in your life than ya see a whale." He contemplated, resting his hand on my hip. I blushed, shrugging.
"You don't really have control over what you're afraid of-ya know." I mulled, "I've always been afraid of weird things."
"Loike whot?" 2D asked, the elevator doors finally opening up. The roof was simple, all gray cement and hand rails to keep people from falling off. There were colorful benches all around, and we sat at the green one, looking over the landfill.
"Hmm..Well..other than sharks and elevators..honestly?" I asked, giggling as I pushed my forehead into my palm. 2D nodded, holding me tightly against his side.
"Birds..the portal toilet to hell..motorcycles..paint removers..hippos..too-short matches..there's more..but I can't seem to remember.." I listed them off, all while 2D was silent. I turned to look up at him, to see that his cheeks had turned red from trying to hold in a tidal wave of laughter. My right eye twitched a little bit.
"If you're going to die from holding it in-you may laugh."
Explosions of laughter left him, his chest shaking violently. I felt a giggly kiss pressed against my cheek, and a cheek nuzzle my head. I sighed, looking out over the side of the building.
"Are ya eva' 'fraid of..practical 'fings?"
I tilted my head towards him, my too long bangs stabbing my eyes somewhat.
"Loike..when we saved ya from them guys..yew didn't look to scared. They 'ad guns." He recalled, scratching his head with his free hand.
"I-I wasn't really scared I guess. More angry, they wanted my dog." I shrugged. "I sometimes don't fear what normal people would..guns don't scare me in the least." I said shrugging.
"Wot if someone kidnapped ya?" 2D said, his hole-eyes growing wide. I glared out at the sky.
"They'd wish they never did in the first place." I smirked, as his fingers wove through mine. I smiled, leaning against his side silently.
"Why'd ya come 'ere..ta England 'ah mean..truthfully." 2D said quietly. I shrugged.
"There was nothing left for me at home."
"Family?"
"Nothing left for me at home." I repeated with a little bite. He didn't shrink back, but seemed to understand.
"Lived 'ere all me life. Got me mum and dad 'ere. Best par'unts a kid could a'sk for." He smiled, what was left of his teeth shining in the sun. I smiled, nodding my head.
"Any brothers or sisters?"
"None fer me-They 'ad a 'andful with me. With fallin' outta the tree, bein' a 'freak' an' stuff..then wiff the 'ole Muhdoc 'fing.." He started, leaning his elbows against his knees.
"Ah yes..the whole..car..crashing..eye..thing.." I said awkwardly, staring at 2D's fractured eyes.
"What does it feel like...see like?" I asked, leaning closer curiously. 2D blushed, but didn't move away.
"It'sa loike..just if some'un punched cha in tha face..but..it's sting-ier..an'..me visions fine..'s just too swelled up ta see fer tha first few months..I dun' got perfect vision..then 'gain, I neva' did." He joked, scratching the side of his face. I nodded, as he let his gaze wander to the middle of the roof.
"C'mon..show me 'ow ya've improved.." He said, taking my elbow and leading me to a brightly graffiti covered piano. The piano was covered in a protective plastic covering, that was quickly ripped off as 2D sat me down on the bench and lent against the spray painted top as if he was waiting for something.
"I can't play this." I dead panned. "I haven't practiced or played anything since..since..when did we practice?"
"When ya looked at me kind'agarden pian'a book."
"Ah yes..well..I haven't done shit since then.." I said, watching the sky as 2D placed his hand on mine, making me press a few keys, which sounded horrible, but he smiled anyway.
"I know..Jus' try.." 2D pleaded, sticking out his bottom lip. I sighed, pressing my thumb against right C.
"It'snot like the piano fairy came and granted me the ability to play this..thing.." I whispered, glaring at the paint covered keys as 2D flicked my head.
"Jus' do some scales.." He said, eying my hands. I sighed, beginning to titter the brightly colored keys. He seemed happy enough, hopping up on top of the piano and swinging his legs to and fro like a little kid. I smiled, putting some random notes together. 2D smiled.
"See-ya playin'." He playfully scolded as he took of one of his shoes and threw it in my direction. I barley dodged the flying converse from my seat at the piano.
"What was that for?" I asked giggling. 2D shrugged, a sort of evil smirk coming over his face.
"Fer not showin' up to work.." He drawled, cutely smiling. I stopped playing...watching as his dark eyes seemed to light up with mischief as it finally clicked. I jumped up from my seat, sprinting down the stairs.
"MY JOB! AAHHH!" I screamed, racing down the steps as 2D sprinted behind me.
~ Russ's POV:
After sleeping on the couch for another few hours, I finally woke up to the smell of burning food. I opened my eyes to see Sane sitting on the couch, scowling at air.
"Sane..what's up?" I asked cautiously, seeing 2D's confederate cap smooshed on top of her head. She turned to me, her eyes blazing.
"Lost my dancing job.." She said glumly, going back to glaring at midair.
"D-didn't Murdoc call ya in sick er somethin'?"
"Yeah..About TWO WEEKS AGO.." She shouted at the air, and 2D chuckled from the kitchen, where the smell of burning food was coming from.
"So...why'd you get fired?"
"I..never showed up..again.."
I sighed.
"Nevermind..what the hell is 'D doin' in there that's makin' all dis smoke?" I asked, waving the air above me. 2D chuckled.
"Pity grilled-cheese sandwiches." Sane said, falling to her side on the couch and curling into a ball as 'D came prancing in with two horribly burnt grilled cheese sandwiches. Sane moaned, stuffing her face into his lap when he sat down.
I sighed, standing up and heading back into the kitchen, hungry myself.