By the time Noodle woke up, 2D was gone. Her body felt hung up to dry. She missed him. But he had responsibilities to tend to.
Perhaps she would in more then one ways then one soon...
Noodle stared at her gut. The potential pregnancy was only speculation. She had no use in jumping to the say so that her being knocked up was complete certainty. For all she knew it was dizziness from waking up too fast yesterday or...something. Is waking up too fast a thing? Noodle sat up and searched for her clothes. She was still naked and groggy from the endeavors of yesterday. Her legs aching as she moved and wobbled. Oh how she needed a bath. A hot bath with lots of bubbles. And candles. Scented ones made for Christmas and were supposed to smell like cinnamon. No wait, Caramel to remind her of 2D. But now she wanted cookies. Noodle raided the pantry while the water warmed up. Walking naked save for the silk bath robe she wore. Finally she had a little bit of spoils to herself as she pranced about in shaved legs and messy hair. She ate cookies and hummed off key as she returned to the bath and turned the water off and soaked. Letting her black raven hair branch out in the warmth of the heat and the water as she took a deep breath. She fought Mazu for seven years and now got a fresh new break. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad thing to finally rest for a while. After all she settled with 2D had she not? Had she not helped him? Had he not offered to help her? This was the least she could do was get a little lazy. And she was happy as a clown to do so. Noodle smiled and bundled up in bubbles.
The least I should do is help around the house.
2D sat nervous as he tried to go through his text book with ease. Focus wasn't a strong suit today. Coming back to class made him become famous all over again now that everyone knew he slept with Noodle at the party. He was now officially the cool kid. Something that felt twenty years too late to be. It made him happy admittedly, but the fear of being watched in his everyday activity made him paranoid. The fact that people were peering at him made him shiver. It was one thing to have security guards and a stage and railing and gates and all that, but here he felt...exposed.
He swallowed and continued his notes secretly wondering how metal or punk bands do it. They had to be real troopers to keep at it. Thinking about it made him crave seeing a live rock show just to watch the mosh pits and see the band pissing and shitting on stage and fighting audience members. What a sight it would be...
"Psst,"
2D turned like that of an owl or as roboticaly as he had in the Feel Good Inc video. It was a polite student by the name of Garth. "Rumah mill shays yew an dat Newdle ghurl gon' be doin's karaoke's ni'gh ye?" Stuart took a moment to process this guys words. His Cockney accent was thick but this poor bloke could barely finish half a word and let it sound correctly enunciated enough. Time to get back into his roots at least.
"Ye Ah'm gon' takes me an 'er out maybe. Don' know worf a lick if we's could go les' Ah'm a tad too busy,"
Did I say it right? I don't know if I can go lest I'm too busy? Yeah roughly I got it. Alright coolio. I can't believe how my original dialect is fading. Could it be twenty years of exposure to Noodle and Mud? Maybe... Maybe I just grow and change differently then others. Because maybe individualit-
"Got a coupahl of me mates wahnderin cos we gon place bets on who gits more applauses ye? Some people roun' 'ere jus likes bettin' on tings like tat," Garth chirped. 2D smirked admittedly. "Who the fuck es gon' git more applauses and claps? Two fuckahs in a band or some Randy?" He chuckled. That's when Garth grinned like the devil. " 'at's whot I says to me partnahs in crime bu' they never listen to fuckin Garth. My point es I wanna see yew two pull through and show em whots whot yeh?"
The thought rang through Stuart's head for some time after hearing that bets were being made. He thought of this a lot on the way back home from class. The last thing he would want was to play a role in people loosing cash over his sudden regained stage fright. Regained no thanks to the watchful eyes cast to him by that bitch Rose, whose probably spreading rumors of me grooming Noodle since the day I've met her. The cold hearted wench would probably want the whole world to know. Probably till Murdoc could find us again and...why am I getting so angry? So...dominant? Whats becoming of me? Have I lost my nerve without a certain someone to take my ego a few steps back? Stuart was sweating. What if I go to far? But...that night at the bar with...what was his name? Tro? Troy? No no, Tray. That guy I nearly knocked unconscious. What the fuck happened then? That wasn't something I would've done unless I were years younger then now. The Stuart before the Plastic Beach scenario would've roughed him up worse, but after that until that moment I had taken a beating quite badly... Was it Murdoc's arrest that changed me? Was it instinctive male behaviour to protect Noodle? Could it be that?...maybe...maybe...
He opened the door to his apartment. Stuart realised the aching feeling in his knees once inside. The fall weather feeling still far too hot for the Brit. His muscles ached as he dropped his bags and laid on the couch, where Noodle already conveniently was waiting for him, reading the flyer she found in his jacket pocket while doing their laundry. One look from Stuart to Noodle and he knew they were doomed to go to this thing. Noodle would not be told no here. Stuart, being submissive to her only knew he wouldn't have the balls to do it. So be it, at least the people betting on him aren't loosing money.