Within seconds, Murdoc was strumming flawlessly at his instrument, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he watched the younger male observe his every motion. Maybe he was finally getting some recognition from the vocalist, the younger male having always taken the spotlight. But then again, he had the oddest feeling that this had nothing to do with musical placement.

"Like it?" Murdoc smirked, hair falling thickly over his eyes as he looked up at the younger male. 2-D nodded absent-mindedly in reply, hallow gaze never leaving the other male's fingers. It was amazing how the man could be so harsh at times yet so gentle. In a way... he envied the instrument. The thought roused a question within him.

"Murdoc?" he half mumbled, brows furrowing in concentration. Murdoc ceased his movements at the sudden interruption, receiving what he thought to be a look disappointment from the other male. "What?" he asked, taking notice as 2-D flinched somewhat, his tone having been somewhat snippy. "Do you hate me?"

Murdoc paused at the question, somewhat shocked that the boy would bring such an unusual thing up. "What are you going on about now?" he droned, shifting the guitar in his lap. 2-D chewed his bottom lip in hesitation, feeling remorseful in a way for having brought it up at all.

"You just..." how could he confront the other male with something like this? "I what?" he growled, irritated with the number of pauses the boy made. If he had something to say involving him he may as well spit it out.

2-D only groaned softly to himself, mouth thinning as he mentally battled with himself whether or not he should say anything more. "Well?" Murdoc frowned, patience dying quickly. "If you have something to say, just say it. Your wasting my time." he growled, inching himself closer to the now shivering male, sharp teeth showing as a malicious grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

2-D's gaze fell into a look of hurt, shoulders rising and falling sharply as a sigh escaped his lips. "You just always seem to be angry with me... I mean, you never..." 2-D was surprised to hear a sudden fit of laughter from the older male, hallow gaze reverting back to the floor in shame. "And what may I ask brought you to ask me such a thing? Are my beating finally becoming too much for you? You should be happy that I actually attempt to keep you in check. Otherwise you would become just another fag. If anything it builds character." (Sorry. I'm bad with English terms and whatnot. Lol. P)

2-D could feel his heart clench at his words, each one surprisingly painful. Was that a yes... or a no? All of what Murdoc thought were favors to him were really just insults. But then a thoughtful look came over the bassist's face, grin widening. "Unless... that's already the case."

At that 2-D rose from his seat, quickly exiting the room, leaving Murdoc to sit alone in confusion. He couldn't stand another word of it. He never treated Russel or Noodle this way... You would think after all the verbal and physical abuse, not to mention having both his eyes ruined, he could at least have earned a little break.

This only gave more proof to his suspicions. But... why should he care? If the other male chose to dislike him, it was none of his concern. He didn't even like Murdoc... did he? He wasn't even sure why these things were on his mind in the first place.

2-D huffed weakly as he shuffled into his room, sloppily pealing off his clothing before falling limply onto the worn mattress that was his bed. What he needed now was just a nice long nap to get his mind cleared. Maybe when he woke up, these feelings will have all disappeared.