Turning and looking up the beach as Murdoc and Johnny head their way. Drake smiles when his eyes fall on his brother and he lifts a hand in greeting. When they slip down and take in the sight of the bassist walking with his head down and his hands slumped into his pockets beside him, the smile slips a little and he can't help but wonder what if anything the bassist will say about his arrival to his little pink plastic spot on the world. Murdoc's cool dark eyes lift to his blue ones as they get closer. The slip of anger passing across them burrowing into his mind and freezing it for a moment. But Drake is momentarily distracted by his brother gently slapping his arm in greeting and turning him around away from the band members for a moment, walking him up the beach so he can ask how he got here and how long he was planning to stay. The soft rumble behind him as Murdoc clenches his fists tells Drake that Murdoc isn't really happy about things as they stand right now. But he's much too happy to have his brother back at his side again, so he turns his attention to him and ignores what sounds like thunder rolling from the bassist grinding his teeth behind him.

"I guess he's not that happy then?" Drake huffs as he and his brother make their way back to the mansion after their walk, looking up towards the lighthouse and shivering slightly in the cooling night air. Johnny harrumphs and shakes his head slowly at his taller brother, waving off what the bassist thinks because as far as he's concerned Murdoc will probably do a lot of growling but not really get anywhere with it.

"Don't worry about it. I can sort that out in no time," he chuckles. His mind slipping back to what he and the bassist were doing in the secret lair before he'd come out and met him, and a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Really? Fair enough then. I wonder what's for dinner?" Drake asks as they slowly mount the stairs and make their way to the front door.

In the galley the two brothers watch as the cyborg moves around the room throwing various ingredient's into a pot on the stove, while Murdoc eyes them both from his end of the table. He'd accepted Johnny as being a new member of the little group here on his island home. But by the looks of things the kid seems to have invited the whole family and he'll soon be up to his armpits in people. Kurt sits back on his chair and takes in the view from where he's sitting. The dark hair and brilliant blue eyes of the new arrival making him break out in a wash of goose flesh. The hand at his groin smoothing down the glorious tingles rushing up between his legs, and the gentle sigh held fast in his throat as he imagines his hands moving up and over the soft tanned young man's skin. Mmmm, wonderful. He thinks, and continues to gaze at him dreamily.

"So how long ARE you planning on being here?" Murdoc suddenly asks, breaking Kurt's concentration and making him snap to attention and look down the table towards him. Drake and Johnny look over at him as well and they both look down at the four gouges that Murdoc's fingernails have made in the surface of the table. As he dragged his fingernails across it in anger, and deeply cut into the wood. They're distracted for a moment as Cyborg Noodle serves them up their meal, although Murdoc's shining eyes never leave the cool blue eyes of the young man sitting near Johnny. His silent threat that if he stays as well then there'll be Hell to pay grinding like a fist into the young man's stomach. Making him feel uncomfortable, and not really sure what to say about it. He wriggles in his seat and watches as the cyborg slops soup into a bowl in front of him. Gazing down at the bobbing vegetables as his stomach growls and his fleeting appetite takes a quick u-turn and makes it's way back out of the door away from him. Sighing as he watches everyone but he and Murdoc eat hungrily around him, waiting to see what will happen next as he gently presses the bowl away and mumbles that he really doesn't feel that hungry anymore.

"Rrright. So you show up unannounced, and now my food ain't good enough fer you?" Murdoc snarls at him, tensing his fingers on his bottle of rum so tightly that his knuckles pop with the pressure. Drake lifts his eyes from the surface of the table and sighs deeply. Not wanting to fight with the guy, and not wanting to insult him either.

"I didn't say it wasn't good. I just don't feel very hungry right now," Drake replies softly as he listens to the sound of pressure building in the hand around the bottle, sure that it's about to break any second now.

Johnny lifts his head from his food and swallows, settling back in his chair and sucking his spoon thoughtfully for a moment. Watching the rising tension in the bassist's temples, and the white knuckles that are strangling the life out of the bottle in his hand, knowing that there'll be a massive explosion if someone doesn't do or say anything that will calm the situation down. And maybe he could. Maybe he could say that one thing that'd tear the wind from Murdoc's sails and leave him stranded without anything to say back. Or maybe he could sit back and let him explode. Watch the shattering bottle cast it's shards across the table and the bassist fly over it a few seconds later and take the both of them down. Maybe he doesn't want that to happen though? Maybe he will swing around a moment later and catch the bassist mid flight. Drop him to his knees in front of everyone with a swift punch to the abdomen and save his brother from those vicious claws that are straining on that rum bottle. Maybe... maybe he should move about now. Suddenly the bottle does break and the shards of glass cut deeply into Murdoc's hand, blood dripping from the wounds as his shaking fist clenches even harder as though he hasn't noticed, his eyes fixed so firmly and solidly on the two young men in front of him, and the darkening cloud of impending doom that has settled over both of their heads.

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Drake was the guy who cared, but also had an attitude. His patience was wearing thin as Murdoc continued to rumble about his presence on Plastic Beach. It wasn't his fault that he was there, he didn't know. Why would I be hated for something I didn't meant to do?! Drake ranted in his mind. He could feel his fingers ball up into a fist and he continued to fume. He was on the balcony, gripping the railing with his long fingers. Due to his strength, he grips the railing so tightly that he makes dents into the long metal railing. The young man grits his teeth in rage and yells out with the top of his lungs, "WHY ARE YOU SO UNFAIR, GOD?!" Johnny, who heard Drake yell, jumps in surprise and looks up toward the balcony. I gotta do something before things get worse..., Johnny thought.

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