Murdoc woke up with the blue haired singer pressed up against him with his head on his chest and with one leg thrown over his lower stomach. He reached up running his fingers through the tangled blue locks noticing how the tips looked to be a darker blue lately. He watched 2D's face as he slept, his eyebrows were knitted together and he looked like he was in pain, he whimpered softly and buried his face against the crook of Murdoc's neck. He was getting a migraine; the older man began lightly caressing the back of his neck. He remembered the first time he'd witnessed one of the younger man's migraines. They had been sitting on the couch and he had noticed how he began rubbing at his head and muttering to himself and shuttering. He had felt bad for him, the way he had been shaking so badly he could barely get the cap off of his pill bottle. Murdoc remembered shutting all the blinds and letting the younger man lay on his lap shivering and whimpering in pain.
"Hey wake up dullard ya gotta take yer pills." He whispered as he gently shook the singer's shoulder.
2D groaned in pain and pushed at the older man silently asking him to leave him alone.
"C'mon D I'm not letting ya lie 'ere shakin' like tat all night."
The younger man opened his eyes and looked up at him, he was definitely in pain.
"Can ya get 'em fer me, I left em in me dresser."
Murdoc rolled his eyes as he got up off of the bed. He picked his jeans up from the floor and pulled them on before making his way over to the dresser. He hated having to find things in the singer's room; it was nearly impossible most times. Drawers were always stuffed full, the closet was a hazard zone, and the floor was covered in clothing and notebooks. He would scream at him for it, but his space wasn't much better. After a bit of digging and cursing under his breath he found the little orange bottle.
"Here" He said tossing the container onto the bed, it landed next to the singer's head.
The younger man flinched and whimpered, he blindly reached over grabbing hold of the bottle. He struggled for a minute, but finally managed to pop the cap off of it. He shook four pills into the palm of his hand and popped them into his mouth. Murdoc watched him swallow them easily; there was no way to say the kid wasn't addicted to those stupid things. He'd say that he needed to take more than two, but then there were times he would take them just because he liked the light headed feeling that they would give him, and supposedly calmed his nerves. Though the Satanist had to admit he was less likely to get frustrated or frantic when he was all doped up, thought he rather see him smoking weed like he often did than pop those fucking pills.
"Yer gonna end up over dosing on those damn things one day." Murdoc said as he went in search for his shirt among the pile of clothes.
2D curled up on his side and watched the bassist.
"No I won't, I been takin' 'em since I fell on me head. Two stopped workin' after a bit, so I started on more t'an t'at." He said like it was a logical thing to do.
Logic would be going and getting a stronger prescription, but he didn't want to see him tripping on something stronger than whatever he was currently on.
"Yeah, sure whatever ya say dullard."
"Sides yew take 'em too, I know yew been stealin' em from me."
Murdoc looked at the younger man not sure whether he was amused by his neurotic behavior or slightly unnerved.
"Ya really need ta get t'at problem of yers checked faceache." He said as he finally found his shirt.
"Fanks fer getting' me pills fer me." The younger man said sighing.
His voice sounded distant and he had that doped up smile on his face as his eyes fell shut.
"Yeah, whatever….Look yew might wanna put some pants on before I get outta here."
2D nodded slowly, but continued to lay there. Murdoc sighed in frustration; he grabbed a pair of ripped blue jeans off of the floor and tossed them at the singer. The boy grabbed them and slowly went to work pulling them on, the whole process took nearly three minutes. No he really didn't even want to picture him on anything stronger than whatever he was currently on.
"I'll see ya later" Murdoc mumbled as he left the room closing the door behind him.
He looked both ways down the hallway hoping nobody noticed he'd been in there and especially how long he had been in there. He made his way into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of beer out of the fridge then going into the living room. Russel sat on the couch with Noodle by his side, the two sat with controllers in their hands as they focused on whatever video game they were playing. He gathered they'd been like that for hours and probably wouldn't have noticed if the house had fallen to the ground. Noodle was rambling something off in Japanese, every now and again she would throw in an English word, but he doubted it was used in the correct way.
"How long 'ave yew two been doin' this fer, did ya get t'at stuff done I asked ya to?" Murdoc asked as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table.
Russel shot him a dirty look then turned his attention back to the TV screen.
"Yeah I got your shit done for you, lazy ass mother fucker. Now it's your turn to do something for once, all I ever see you do is sit on your ass smoking cigarettes and downing whiskey…Oh and beating up on 2D every couple of hours. Where is the kid anyways, ya finally beat him to death?"
Murdoc rolled his eyes at the comment. Sometimes he swore the drummer had too much of a mother instinct, it was either that or just total bitching.
"I didn' kill te fuckin' idiot. He's in his room sleepin', got another one of his soddin' migraines."
"Did you get a translator for Noodle yet?"
"No, I'll work on it….Erm tomorrow, yeah I'll work on t'at tomorrow."
"Seriously, you rip my ass when I don't do every single thing you tell me to when you tell me to do it, but you can put this shit off for fucking ever?" The drummer yelled never looking away from the screen.
Murdoc glanced at the TV in time to see the car he gathered Russel was playing as burst into flames. The large man groaned and rubbed his hands over his face in frustration. Noodle stood on the couch hopping up and down happily rambling in words neither man could understand.
"Ya just lost a game to a little girl mate." Murdoc said smirking.
"Shut the fuck up."