When Murdoc had left without word the next day to go check out their possible new home he had expected a hoax or to be murdered. He hadn't exactly told 2D about it, he was until he saw him and Paula on the couch kissing and whispering to each other. He wanted to punch her then he wanted to strangle him for being such an idiot. Why did he need to tell them anything anyways, they were both so dumb that he could go missing for weeks before they'd realize it.
Per usual the old man was strange acting and looked around nervously at every sound. When they arrived at the property it made the picture look even more shit than it already had been. The place was huge, sat on top of a large hill; it loomed over everything, and had the mad scientist feeling to it. The old man informed him that there was a graveyard in the back, swimming pool, a studio room, and nearly a hundred bedrooms and bathrooms. He also began rambling on about zombies or bad things happening, but Murdoc had stopped listening after he heard recording studio. The man informed him that the place was called Kong, some people recorded in it, other people stayed, some killed themselves, and others had committed massacres. Murdoc honestly didn't care about any of that, so what? A few dead people every now and again, he had a recording studio, and a home where he would be able to avoid faceache and his annoying girlfriend. Once the old man was done rambling on about the history there was a loud screech, with that he threw the keys at the bassist then ran like hell.
He considered going into the place and checking around, but he would do that later when he had 2D and Paula with him. Right now all he needed to do was get back to his flat to make sure the two idiots hadn't starved or burned it to the ground…If they did burn it down though he hoped the girl was caught inside.
He knew that he shouldn't care; it wasn't like he was in love with the idiot or anything. He just didn't like having his property taken away from him, he didn't like the way the kid looked at her like she was some type of a Goddess. Murdoc couldn't see it; he just saw a depressingly ugly girl who got with the dumbest boy in her school, that's all that he saw. He considered telling the singer that his girlfriend just wanted in a band, but he refrained. Mostly because he couldn't risk losing his singer and guitarist when he had just gotten them into his band; his, both of them belonged to him as long as they were in his band.
The ride back home had been boring filled with screaming children and middle aged men looking at the asses of the stewardess's. He managed to spend most of the flight somewhat tipsy in hopes it'd make the people around him slightly more bearable, if anything it made them all that more annoying. He really couldn't argue the violent urges of murderers, he couldn't stand stupid people.
When the plane landed and the door opened he shoved and cursed at people as he shoved them out of his way. He noticed the dirty looks and offended sounds they made as he rudely pushed past them, but he really didn't care. He had things that he needed to do, he needed to pack his garbage, and his two new found band mates. He hated he'd have to try and catch them up on everything and then get on another stupid plane, but it'd just be another few hours and he'd be in Kong….Kong Studios, perfect, it was as musical as 2D's voice.
When he opened the front door 2D wrapped his arms around his neck holding onto him tightly. He placed his hands against the boy's chest and roughly shoved him back; the blue haired man stumbled backwards and fell onto the ground. Murdoc only glared down at him, what made him think that he could touch him like that?
"Get offa me faceache"
"Where 'ave yew been, you've been gone fer ages Mu'doc. I was worried about yew, so was Paula, I fink anyways." He said as he looked over at the girl who was laid out on the couch painting her fingernails red.
He could swear that was one of the few things she ever did.
"Not really, t'ough ya do make dis dump a bit less borin'." She mumbled never looking away from her nails.
"I got us a place to live, it's in the states. Now pack yer shit, we're gonna leave tomorrow morning."
"Wait, wot, movin?" 2D asked as he got up from the floor and looked at the bassist utterly confused.
"Yeah movin that's what I said faceache."
"Why we movin' for?" Paula asked sounding slightly annoyed.
He would have loved to have slapped her; he always wanted to slap her.
"We're movin' cause I fuckin' said so. It's my band, yer in my band. Stop askin' stupid fuckin' questions and pack your stuff up." He yelled angrily
2D looked at him still confused and mildly hurt, Paula shrugged and mumbled something under her breath. Murdoc turned away from them and began throwing things into bags, not everything; just things that he knew were of some importance. Once he was done he noticed the other two sitting on the couch; Paula still working on her nails and 2D staring off into space.
"Fuckin' hell, pack already"
"Why, we aren't goin' anywhere till tomorrow…Plus yew haven't told us anyfink about where we're goin' to." 2D said crossing his arms over his chest.
The Satanist stalked over to the younger boy who went from looking brave to scared shitless within seconds.
"Yer my singer and yer bird there is my guitarist. We're goin to a place called Kong Studios, we're gonna live there, and you do not ask me fuckin' questions." He yelled before punching him hard in the mouth.
2D fell back against the couch then leaned forward coughing and groaning in pain. The vocalist spit three teeth into the palm of his hand, blood dripped in thick threads from the top of his mouth.
"Yew knocked his teeth out, great, fuckin' cunt." Paula muttered angrily.
Murdoc turned to glare at her.
"Shut up and will ya stop with tat god damn nail polish before I shove it down yer fuckin' throat?" He yelled
He grabbed the bottle away from her and threw it against the wall watching it break staining the wall with a red close to the shade that was still dripping out of 2D's mouth. Paula looked at him with disgust then smirked at him.
"Whatever yew say luv." She whispered
He felt like throwing up, he looked back over to the blue haired boy who was still staring down at the teeth he held in the palm of his hand.
"You get cleaned up and you stop fuckin' looking at me, I'm going down to the pub, and when I come back you lot better be packed up."
With that he was out the door slamming it behind him, he heard something fall and break. He honestly didn't care; his fist still throbbed dully from where he had punched the younger man. He felt bad about it, but he couldn't control that and besides it was his fault for pissing Murdoc off so badly. He would get over it, he always got over it when the bassist hit him.