A simple question (2D x Reader)

"Why're you changin', Dullard?"

        2D gasped for air as he finally reached the doors to Kong Studios. Maybe he should've learnt how to drive. It would be a pain in the ass if he had to have Russel or, God forbid, Murdoc, drive him there every time he wanted to visit her. He didn't want to bring up too many questions and attention towards her. He also didn't want Murdoc to know about her and where she lived. Murdoc might do something stupid and ruin the friendship the two had together. As 2D walked into the studio he was once again greeted by Murdoc and his shit eating grin. What he didn't expect was Russel and Noodles' shit eating grins.
   'So..." Murdoc began. "...How was she!?" He then let out a sickening laugh as he watched 2D walk past him with a sharp look.
   "I don' know wha' you're talkin' about, Murdoc..."
   "You know exactly what I'm talkin' about, Dullard. How was she in bed?"
Russel quickly shut the man up with a smack to the back of the head.
   "Shut up, man. Don't immediately suggest that stuff."
Russel turned to Noodle and pointed towards the elevator.
   "Anato no heya ni iki nasai."
   "Shikashi, Rasseru..."
   "Ikimasu."
Noodle huffed and stomped over to the elevator and with some difficulty reaching the button she stepped inside. Noodle gave Russel a final glare as the doors closed. 2D sighed and turned towards Murdoc, giving him a dirty look.
   "We didn't sleep togefa'..."
   "Yet." Murdoc snorted out.
   "No! No' 'yet' an' no' eva'! She's just a friend! We're no' togefa'!"
   "Yet."
   "Murdoc, I swear to God I'll give you the worst ass whoopin' of your life if you keep talking."
        Murdoc turned to glare at Russel only to look away and glare at 2D.
   "Fine. Dn't say I wasn't right, though. Face-ache'll  get the poor bird knocked up eventually."
   "No I won't!"
  "Sure, you won't, Face-ache."
   "Shut up, Murdoc."
   "Yeah, yeah."
Murdoc shambled away chuckling to himself as Russel glanced at 2D.
   "Fanks for helpin' me out wif' 'im, Russ."
   "No problem, 'D."
2D began to walk away but was stopped by Russel.
   "Is she nice?"
   "Oh no, no' you too!"
   "I'm just askin', man."
2D sighed. "She's nice, I guess. She likes you." Russel raised an eyebrow.
   "Define 'Likes"."
   "Oh! She finks you're nice an' all. She finks you're a good drumma'."
   "Oh. Tell her I said thanks, then. I'm sure she's lovely."
2D gave Russel a huge toothy grin when he saw Russel let a small smile slip.
   "She was hopin' you'd do tha'."
   "What?"
   "Smile. She was hopin' you'd be 'appy."
   "Oh."
Russel chuckled and put his hand on his face.
   "Why?" Russel asked.
2D shrugged and was about to answer when he saw Murdoc peeping around the corner.
   "Wha' now?"
Murdoc stepped out from behind the corner and grinned, putting his hands up defensively.
   "Calm down, Dullard. I was just wonderin' what the bird thought of me.
Russel sharply turned towards Murdoc.
   "I thought I told you to leave?"
   "Jesus Christ..." 2D mumbled.
   "Don't say that name in my studio, dammit."
2D rolled his eyes but nobody noticed.
   "So, Dullard. What does she think of me?"
   "Um... She finks you're okay. She says you're funny..."
Murdoc stared at 2D and grinned widely.
   "Oh look at what you've done, 'D. You've gone and stroked his ego, man." Russel groaned.
   "Oh, shut it, fatass. If the little chicken thinks I'm funny then I'm funny!"
2D sighed and started to walk off only to be stopped yet again.
   "So when can we meet the girl?" Murdoc said.
   "Neva'."
   "Well, why no'?"
   "Because you would scare 'er off
   "Yes you would."
   "No I wouldn't! Even Russel can vouch that I wouldn't. Right, Russ?!"
   "I'm not going to answer that."
   "Dickhead."
   "Frog."
   "Fatass."
   "Dick twitch."
2D Took this as an opportunity to slip away to his room. He quickly stepped into the elevator and repeatedly pressed the button to his floor. He sighed and leaned against the elevator wall when the doors finally shut closed. As he stood there in silence he patted his thighs in a rhythm, humming a small tune. When he was drumming, though, he felt something small and hard in his pocket. 2D reached into his pocket and sucked in a sharp breath. His blood ran cold as he pulled out (_____)'s spare house key. He forgot to put it back. 2D then began to think about the other things he forgot to do. He forgot to clean up, he forgot to fold up the blanket, and worst of all...!
   "I forgot my movie... aww..."
2D sighed as he shoved the key back into his pocket. (_____) probably thought he was a forgetful, rude slob. The elevator doors opened and 2D stepped out, walking over to his room. (_____) probably thought he was as sloppy as he looked. As 2D opened his bedroom door he realized he may not have been rude but he was everything else. Cigarette buds, tissues, pill bottles, and clothes littered the floor. 2D twitched as something snapped in him. He didn't completely know why but he had a sudden urge to clean his room. He bent down and began picking up all of the clothes around him before scurrying around his room, grabbing every article in sight. 2D walked into his small bathroom and dumped the armful of clothes into a tall hamper. As he went back out into his room to clean up the rest he heard a knock on the door.
   "Come in." He said as he bent down again to scoop up all of the pill bottles scattered around his bed.
   "What the hell are you doin'?" Murdoc questioned as he walked in. 2D straightened up and looked at Murdoc. Murdoc eyed 2D's hands. They were full of empty pain killer bottles.
   "Oh..." 2D mumbled as he walked over to the trash can beside his bed and dropped the bottles in.
   "I'm cleanin'!" 2D said proudly.
   "You never clean anythin'..." Murdoc countered. 2D's face fell a little as he dumped his ashtray contents into the bin as well.
   "Why are you cleanin', anyways, Dullard?" Murdoc asked. 2D shrugged as he bent down once more and began cherry picking the small bits of trash and cigarette buds from the ashy carpet and placing them into the ashtray. Murdoc slowly grinned and crossed his arms.
  "I know what's goin' on here..." Murdoc chuckled. 2D looked up at the man.
   "Wha'?"
   "Don't play dumb! You're changin' yourself." Murdoc choked out a laugh as he spoke.
   "It's for that girl isn't it?" Murdoc said. 2D gave Murdoc a confused glare.
   "Wha'? No! I'm jus' cleanin' my room, tha's all? Wha'? I can't clean?"
   "You could, yeah, but you don't. Don't lie to yourself, Dullard. Soon you'll be wearin' different clothes, wearin' your hair different, and actin' different."
2D said nothing as Murdoc began laughing.
   "Sweet Satan, you haven't even kissed each other and you're changin' for the poor girl!"
Murdoc turned around and began to head out of the door.
   "Well, enjoy your spring cleanin' Face-ache!" Murdoc said as he shut the door.
   "I's autumn..." 2D grumbled. He stood up and dumped the ashtray out in the trash bin again. He wasn't changing any. He was just cleaning up a little, that's all... Right? 2D sighed and brushed his hands off. He glanced around his room again.
   "Much betta'..." He said to himself. 2D yawned and began slipping out of his clothes. 2D blinked away tears and climbed into his bed. He wasn't changing. Not one bit.