It wasn't like he did what he did just to piss the other male off. He was just... interested. He often found himself watching the older male for minutes, even hours if he was given the chance. He was just so... different. He loved it.
Of course, he had always felt this way. Ever since they had first met, that experience having been a memorable one for sure. He didn't mind so much the harsh words or even the mild beatings he received every now and then. In a way they were Murdoc's way of showing affection. That being how 2-D saw it anyway, since he seemed to be the only one Murdoc treated that way. But... what if it wasn't what he hoped it to be?
2-D hesitated somewhat as he forced himself to look up, blinking in distraught to find the older band member gone. "Eh-." Russel shook his head knowingly as he placed Noodle carefully into one of four chairs within the room, patting her shoulders lightly as she swung her legs back and forward. "He left for the instrument room. I wouldn't bother him though. Didn't look happy."
2-D took not heed of Russel's warning and would soon find himself moving to the other room, leaving the drummer and guitarist to themselves.
"Murdoc?" 2-D whispered, turning the corner to the instrument room, only to find he wasn't there. Had he heard them talking an left the room to avoid him? No. He shouldn't assume. If the other male was in fact angry, assuming things wouldn't help the situation any.
2-D sighed softly as he moved to sit in his usual chair, fidgeting somewhat as he glanced around the room, Murdoc's bass guitar being the first thing to catch his eye. He had never really played much guitar in his years. Sure, he had borrowed Noodles from time to time just to get a feel of it, but Murdoc's instrument was a whole nother deal.
Hesitantly 2-D shifted to sit next to the newly polished instrument, faltering somewhat before allowing a calloused hand to run over it sleek surface. The fact that this was indeed Murdoc's made the experience all the better, as... odd as it sounded. He wasn't sure at all what he was thinking as of late. Everything he said just seemed to... come out. He didn't bother to stop himself.
Carefully the blue haired male lifted the instrument into his lap, running his fingers gently over the strings before lightly strumming. "What do you think you're doing?" 2-D tensed at a familiar voice from behind him, turning his head to see a rather irritated Murdoc leering at him, the older male now being fully dressed.
"I was...Just looking." he replied innocently, his innocence being disturbingly real. How could anyone hold such purity at his age? Murdoc cleared his throat in realization of his staring, quickly moving to take the instrument back. "Don't go messing with my things without my consent. You might break it." he growled, his toned being unusually un-threatening, almost as if he were being careful not to hurt the other male's feelings. It made his insides quench.
2-D merely nodded, fidgeting absent mindedly in place before moving to sit back in his seat, looking to the other male expectantly. "What now?" Murdoc groaned, pulling the guitar strap over his shoulder. "I... want to hear you play." Murdoc looked to him oddly as he adjusted the cords, lightly brushing several lengthening strands of hair from his face. He needed a hair cut.
"We'll be having practice soon anyway, just wait-." "No." 2-D interrupted, fidgeting nervously as hallow eyes remained glued to the floor. "Just you..." he added somewhat sternly, looking up to gaze at the older male.
By now Murdoc was at a slight loss of words, the males behavior being more than unusual to him as of late. "What was that?" he grinned, eyebrow arched in curiosity. 2-D frowned at the older male's taunting, lips thinning into a straight line. "I... said I wanted to hear you play. I've never heard you play alone." he droned, knowing the situation was only an ego booster for the other man.
Murdoc chuckled softly at this, suddenly loving the younger male's vulnerable state. But that was just the kind of thing you would expect from him. "Very well love. But you owe me after this." he smirked, earning a look of bewilderment from the blue haired man. 'Love'? 'Owe him'? He wasn't sure whether or not those words scared or exited him. (Not what you're thinking. . Later maybe. XD ) Of course it was just like him to treat his talents as an almost holy act, not that he would think of it in precisely the same manner.
