After breakfast, Murdoc walked slowly, while 2-D, galloped through the brushes and hills far ahead like an enthusiastic animal, studying the local flora and fauna, not even noticing Murdoc's bag, which he took from him at the very beginning of the journey.

Unable to keep up with the pace, Murdoc to a break against a nearby pine tree, rubbing his side and resting. 2-D managed to return to him and again went forward twice during the time while he was smoking a cigarette.

"I rolled up a paper bag for your cigarette butts," Pot said, handing the bag to Murdoc.

Niссals tossed the cigarette butt into a bag with a grumble, and 2-D folded the piece of paper tight,stuffing it into his jeans pocket.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

"No," Murdoc said, sipping water from a bottle he took out of his bag 2D was carrying.

"Okay. Are we going to a special place?" 2-D asked, watching Murdoc check the direction of the compass.

"No, we're just walking," Murdoc replied.

"And where to?"

"I said: to the northeast."

"So, we're going northeast?"

"Yes."

"Why not north-south?"

"Because there is no such direction," Murdoc said, removing the compass.

"Oh, yes," 2-D agreed. "Why not northwest?"

Murdoc looked at him and asked:

"Would you like a drink? Alcohol."

"Not really," 2-D admitted. "But I will, if you're offering."

"I am," he pulled out a flask from the inner pocket of his jacket, unscrewed the lid and drank a little. "Take this."

"It always looks so cool when you take it out," 2-D said, taking the flask.

"That's why I bought it," Murdoc confirmed. "Drink," he ordered. "Or don't drink if you don't want to."

"I want to," 2-D said.

He wrinkled his face in advance, raised the flask to his lips and took a long gulp. Coughing, he handed the flask back to Murdoc and wiped his face on his own shoulder.

"Come here." Grasping his neck, Murdoc pulled him in for a kiss.

"H… wait, I might vomit," interrupting the kiss and belching aside.

"Maybe for the better," Murdoc said, jabbing a finger hard against his forehead. "So it doesn't get absorbed into your bloodstream."

2-D rubbed a painful jab, breathing properly until he felt that his throat stopped hurting and the bitterness on the root of his tongue was gone. Parallel to this, a burst of energy flowed into his body, causing him to feel enthusiastic. 2-D took a deep breath of pleasure, turned his head to gaze at Murdoc's profile.

"You look so handsome right now," he said.

Murdoc turned his head and looked back at him languidly. 2-D didn't know what to do, so he just stared back. Murdoc nodded, moving his gaze to a distant tree, looked at Pot again and grinned.

Reaching up for a tree branch above his head, Murdoc stood so 2D could kneel between his legs, to diligently suck his cock. After a while, Murdoc pulled him away by his collar, clasping his penis with his hand to jerk off, finishing with satisfaction on 2-D's tongue, lips and cheek.

Exhaling with satisfaction, Murdoc left his cock alone, still hanging on the branch. 2-D casually wiped his soiled cheek, rising to his feet.

"I'll go down to the water and wash off," he said.

As 2D washed in the water, Murdoc calmed down and put himself in order, walking to the water. He squatted down beside 2D, who was rinsing his hands. Niccals sat down beside him and dipped his fingertips into the water.

"I thought it was colder."

"And in winter, under the ice, the water is even warmer than the air," 2-D said.

"Yes, I know," Murdoc said, bending down to kiss 2D.

Wasting no time, Murdoc grabbed between his legs, gently massaging and kissing at the same time, jerking 2D off, trying to encourage him to orgasm, saying, "Oh, someone is coming!"

"Who?!" 2-D twitched.

"I was joking, quietly," Murdoc hissed, squeezing him, flowing with fright, into the sea water. "Such a simple trick, and it works every time."

"I forget from time to time," whispered 2-D, flushed with tension. "That it's just to make me scared."

Paying a handjob for a blowjob, Murdoc dusted himself off and slung his bag over his shoulder.

"We go forward for another hour," he said, "then we turn around and come back."

"Okay," 2-D agreed, following him along the rustling pebbled road from the water to the top. "Muds?"

Niccals turned to see 2-D held out his hand. Murdoc grabbed his palm and pulled him up the steep slope.

"Can you not let go until we get up?" asked 2-D.

"I wasn't going to let you go," Murdoc snapped.

Having risen to a high level surface where the forest thickets began, they slowly set off on.

"Why don't you run anymore?" Murdoc asked.

"I don't want to," 2-D replied. "I want to go with you."

"So go."

"I'm going," 2-D said. "I put food in your bag."

"Huh?" Murdoc wondered.

"Yes, look," 2-D asked.

"Take what you need," Murdoc ordered, walking up and opening the bag.

2-D reached into her hands and pulled out a couple of foil-wrapped sandwiches.

"Will you?" he asked.

"Yes," Murdoc agreed.

Eating sandwiches with cheese, they went on in the right direction.

"Look," 2-D said, shoving a piece of toast into his mouth. "This rock looks like a woman."

He pointed it on a vertical stone pillar, disconnected from the island by a narrow strait.

"That rock looks like a rock," Murdoc said, crumpling up the foil and tossing it into his bag.

"No, look, look: it is as if she has put her leg aside and is looking at the sea," 2-D pointed to the rock.

"You should watch some straight porn," Murdoc coughed, knocking a cigarette out of a pack, "since you already see women in the rocks."

"Heh!" 2-D grinned. "If I see Mount Fujiyama in a cloud? What should I watch then?"

"Anime," Murdoc said, not taken aback. "Hentai."

"I don't like hentai," 2-D said.

"You don't understand the concept."

"I understand. But as a genre I don't like it."

"And why did I come to argue?" Murdoc was surprised at himself, lighting a cigarette. "I don't like it myself. With rare exceptions."

2-D paused and said thoughtfully:

"You like to argue with me."

"Y… yes. Yes, I suppose," agreed Murdoc. "Although it can be disgusting."

"Am I disgusting?" 2-D was upset.

"No, situations," Niccals said.

"Oh," 2-D said. "I see. Muds, can I hug you?"

"Now?" Murdoc asked, puzzled.

"Yup."

"Well, hug me then," he allowed.

2-D grabbed him around the waist, squeezed him for a second, trembling with pleasure all over his body and abruptly let go, continuing to walk beside him, as if nothing had happened.

"You're a bit cold," Murdoc assessed it in his own way. "Frozen. Let's go home."

"But an hour has not passed."

"Almost gone," Murdoc said, looking at his watch.

"How much is left?" holding his hand with cold fingers, asked 2-D.

"Two minutes."

"Let's go as agreed we will go two more minutes, then we will turn home," offered 2-D. "I won't freeze in two minutes."

"Okay," Murdoc agreed.

While Murdoc slept, everyone else screamed outside his window, playing some kind of sports game. During the day 2-D was so chilled, not noticing it, that in the evening he began to cough.

After dinner, on Russell's advice, he warmed his feet in a basin of hot water, sitting in the living room with a radio turned on, broadcasting old songs. Passing by, Murdoc noticed that he was chatting with someone and decided not to enter so as not to interfere with the conversation. He headed straight for the stairs to the second floor.

"I would say hello to them and give them a bunch of forget-me-nots," he heard 2-D's voice. "They wouldn't attack a man who just gave them forget-me-nots. It doesn't matter what planet you are from. How can you attack someone who gives these flowers? Have you seen what these flowers look like?"

As Murdoc walked to the bedroom, he vainly remembered what Forget-me-nots looked like. Entering the room, he immediately took out his phone to google, and as soon as he saw the small blue flowers, he immediately remembered them.

Having dealt with the flowers, Murdoc pulled out his dilapidated book, some blank sheets and a pencil from his suitcase, loaded up a multilingual translator and plunged into the analysis of poorly typed scribbles and symbols.

A knock from 2D startled him, who had been sitting downstairs with everyone before he came to the bedroom. Murdoc cleared all of the things off the table and put them back in his suitcase, letting 2D in.

"Have you come to sleep?" He asked.

"Are you already going to bed?" 2-D asked.

"Not yet," Murdoc replied.

"Would you like to watch "Frozen" with me?"

"I don't care what we watch to fall asleep."."

While watching 2-D hummed songs under his breath, Murdoc did not try to resist drowsiness and every now and then began to doze. He woke up after five minutes of sleep, emotionlessly looked at what was happening and again fell into a slumber. By the time 2-D reached out to turn off the movie, Murdoc was already sound asleep, his arm under his arm and his face turned to the wall.

Putting all the gadgets on the table next to him, 2-D turned, laying down and almost burying himself in the back of Murdoc's head. He moved over, nose touching his neck, feeling the warmth radiating from him. Closing his eyes, he threw off his daze. He pulled the covers up higher, covering them both, carefully, trying not to wake him up, grabbed Murdoc by the shoulder and, finding a comfortable indentation in the pillow for his cheek and nose near his neck, he laid down, hugging him closer.