Murrcano~

Downhill

A few months later..

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As Sal and Murr stood, preparing to present their "stupid inventions" to the audience, Q noticed that something seemed off between them. Usually, they were animated and playful with each other, bantering and playfully insulting as they presented. But today, there was an odd tension in the air between them. Their movements were a little stiff, and their jokes a little forced. Q wondered what could be causing the change in their dynamic. Q continued to observe Sal and Murr closely as the challenge continued. He noticed that they were avoiding eye contact with each other and that their banter was noticeably lacking its usual energy. TJoe didn't seem to pick up on it, too focused on the challenge itself. Q felt a pang of worry, sensing that something was amiss between his friends.Q continued to watch as the challenge came to an end, and Sal was declared the loser. Sal took it in stride, as he usually did, but there was still a palpable tension between him and Murr. Joe continued to make jokes and comments, but Q found himself unable to focus on them. He was too absorbed in the way Murr was gazing at Sal, the intensity in his eyes unlike anything Q had seen before. 

Q felt his face heat up as he realized the significance of Murr's stare. Sal stepped up to the challenge, ready to deliver his lines and make the crew laugh. He was used to this kind of challenge and always had a knack for making people laugh. As he started speaking, the atmosphere in the room was light and playful. Everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves, reacting to Sal's jokes and one-liners. Even Sal, despite the earlier tension between him and Murr, seemed to be having a good time. He was delivering his lines with his usual energy. As Joe instructed Sal to do something that made the whole room burst into laughter, everyone's attention was fixated on him. During the distraction, Q's gaze darkened, his eyes narrowing in a way that could only be described as sinister. Murr, who had been paying attention to both Q and Sal, noticed the change in Q's expression and felt a shiver run down his spine. He tried to shake it off, but the feeling of unease remained. Joe, once again, like the funny man he is, made everyone laugh. Q looked down at Murr, looking at his vulnerability. Nobody. Nobody noticed. Nobody noticed that Q just groped Murr. Murr's mind was racing as he quickly excused himself and dashed towards the bathroom. He was still reeling from the shock of what Q had just done to him, and he felt a mixture of anger, disgust, and violation. Once he reached the bathroom, he locked himself in a stall and leaned against the wall, trembling. The realization of what had just happened sank in, and he couldn't help but feel violated and degraded. "Oh god, Oh god, Oh god." He repeated to himself, trying to calm himself down. Murr remained in the bathroom stall, trying to collect himself and compose his thoughts. He splashed some water on his face, feeling a bit of relief as the cool water touched his skin. Still, the feeling of discomfort and violation lingered. He felt violated, exposed, and vulnerable. He wasn't sure what to do or who to talk to about what had just happened. All he knew was that he didn't want to be in the studio any longer. As Murr stood in the bathroom stall, fighting back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him, he suddenly felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if he was outside of his own body, watching everything happening from a distance. 

The sounds and sights around him seemed dull and distant, as if he were watching them through a fog. He tried to shake it off, but the feeling of detachment only intensified, leaving him feeling disconnected and surreal. He couldn't take it anymore. He pulled the pills out of his pocket, taking two, and swallowing them dry. As the minutes passed, Murr's detachment from reality grew slightly weaker. The sounds and sights around him felt like they were happening in slow motion, his brain not quite able to process them properly. He leaned against the sink, gripping the edges to steady himself. He tried to focus on his reflection in the mirror, attempting to be himself in the moment. Suddenly, the door bursts open, it's Sal. "Hey man why are you taking so long? We've been waiting. You'll never believe what I did." Sal said, rubbing his hands together and giggling. Murr rubs his face. "Uhh yeah I think uhm," he clears his throat, "I think I'm gonna have to head out? I'm ..feeling sick." he said before sliding by Sal. "Oh yeah.. we can..finish shooting tomorrow?" Sal asked with an eyebrow. "Yeah yeah" Murr said, waving his hands and leaving the bathroom, heading to his car.