Gorillaz Oneshots!!!

Noodle and Murdoc (((NOT A SHIP CHAPTER)))

Murdoc POV:

I was sitting outside, sipping on coffee. Noodle was pulling flowers out of the ground in such a ferocious way I was sort of scared, but I didn't want to ask.

I just glanced upward to stare at the sun, ignoring the child in front of me. 

Pretty boy and the drummer were out grocery shopping. I'd wanted to tag along, but I was banned from most public areas because of 'extreme flirting and public nudity', whatever the bloody hell that means.

But suddenly, I heard a yelp, and I looked back at Noodle to see her clutching her knee tightly. "Oi, you okay?" I called to her. She didn't respond, partly because she didn't know English all too well and partly because she was hurt.

I groaned and walked over to the young girl. She has scraped her knee on a gravestone. Kneeling beside her, I said, "Want me to help you patch that up?"

She gazed into my eyes, and suddenly her own eyes filled with tears. Oh, fuck. I didn't know how to deal with crying kids. 

"No-Don't-" I sighed, and scooped her up into my arms. She stopped crying for a few seconds, enough to take in what was happening, and then glanced at her knee again and started weeping. 

"Come on then, love." I muttered. I took her inside, to the nearest restroom and sat her on the counter. She was still crying. I opened the cabinets under the sink and pulled out cloth and band aids. 

Noodle looked at me and held her leg out expectantly. "I don't know how to apply this shit." I snapped. She tilted her head, "You are helping me, yes?" She asked.

I groaned, guilty. "Alright, alright." I wrapped a wet cloth around her knee and she flinched. "It'll only hurt a second, darling." I assured her. Noodle calmed down and I took the cloth off of her knee, replacing it with, like, eight band aids. "That's a pretty mean scrape, eh?"

"Hurts." She huffed, but wiped her eyes. "But is not as bad."

I nodded. "So you're alright, then? You'll let me leave, back to my coffee?" I asked the young child. Noodle nodded, and held her hands together. "Very sorry. I overreacted, huh?"

I blinked. "No, not really. Like I said, it was a nasty cut you had."  She didn't seem convinced. "But you were braver then I would have been," I continued. "I would have screamed and cried and been much worse." She giggled at my over exaggeration.  

"The only thing that could have cheered me up might have been...ice cream." I said. She smiled. "I very like ice cream." She told me. 

I smiled and helped her down. "Then I'll get you some from the freezer, but say it the right way. You'd say, I really like ice cream. Or, I like ice cream very much." 

"I want it!"

"Okay, okay! Let's get some, then, love."