Murdoc x Reader

Part 2

“Aren’t you the kid that skipped up a grade?” Murdoc asked blankly, glancing over to you after wiping his nose one last time. 

“Uh… yeah, that’d be me. My name’s (y/n) by the way.” You replied weakly at first, it was still weird to you, having everyone know about you before you even met them. 

“Hmph. Well, you can’t be THAT smart if you go around jumping into fights you’ve got nothin’ to do with.” Sarcasm dripping from every word. You shrugged your shoulders with an amused smile on your face while you replied. 

“I dunno. I think that kind of reckless behavior says more about my poor decision making skills than my intelligence.” Murdoc actually let himself laugh a bit at that. Usually when he made fun of people they got pissed off, so having someone actually joke back was refreshing. 

“So…” You started, leaning your head back on the sofa and looking at the ceiling in an attempt to look nonchalant. “.. Would you… like some tea… or something?” You finished, glancing over to Murdoc to see his answer. 

It took a moment for Murdoc to reply, he figured you’d just kick him out after patching him up. People don’t usually want him hanging around longer than needed. 

“Uh.. Sure, I guess.” He watched you smile and then head back to where the kitchen was. After a moment Murdoc got up to follow. He stood at the breakfast bar, leaning on the counter top with folded arms, and watched as you went back and forth in the kitchen. 

“Uhm, do you like wafer cookies? We could have some with our tea, if you want.” your question caught Murdoc off-guard again, so he just nodded a quick yes. 

Once the kettle started whistling you poured the hot water into two mugs with tea bags in them and brought them over to the bar, followed by a small container of sugar and some milk, and then the plate that held the cookies. “Go ahead and fix yours first.” You quipped, hopping up on one of the barstools next to where Murdoc was standing. 

Murdoc quickly added the sugar and milk to his mug, passing them over to you before stiffly sitting up on one of the stools himself. 

This was all very foreign to Murdoc- People don’t come up to him to talk; he’s the one who starts the conversations. He doesn’t ‘hang out’ at peoples’ houses and have tea; he’s only ever there long enough to get what he was looking for before leaving. What was this girl thinking? What’s her angle? 

The battered teen was brought out of his monologue when he realized you were talking to him. He quickly sat his tea down before looking over. “Uh, sorry.. What’d you say?” You giggled a bit at the nervous expression on his face as he looked at you. 

“I said; 'we have maths and history together' and I guess it’s kinda late to ask now, but your name’s Murdoc, right?” 

“Ya that’s me. The one and only.” He replied, adding a weirdly cute laugh. “Don’t take it personal that I don’t quite remember ya. School in’t exactly my top priority.” 

“I’ve noticed that.” You continued to laugh, taking a sip of your slightly cooled tea. There was a moment of silence between you until Murdoc spoke in an unsure voice. 

“.... So, uh, where’s your parents? Do they let you bring strays like me home often?” Murdoc flashed the most charming smile he could manage with a busted lip. 

“Pfft, I can’t say I have a habit of it, no.” You put your mug down, laughing lightly before continuing. “My parents aren’t together. My dad’s at work right now, and my mom’s back in the states doing… whatever it is that she does.” You rolled your eyes as you mentioned your mother.