Colors (2Doc)

Part 1

Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I'm covered in the colors
Pulled apart at the seams
And it's blue
And it's blue

Murdoc opens the entrance door, grimacing at the overly loud bell along with the pretty full shop. He had a long night, studying for finals week that was soon coming up. It'll pay off though, in the long run.

He goes up to the counter, noticing the half asleep state of the blue haired barista. He almost chuckles when the boy jumps up in surprise, being taken out of whatever he was thinking about.

"'Ello sir. What can I get for you?" The black eyed stranger asks politely in an unfamiliar accent.

"Large coffee. Black." Murdoc says sharply. Not wanting to talk to anyone until he gets his fix of the drink.

The man nods and quickly goes to the machine, making it in under a minute.

"'Ere you go." He smiles, handing Murdoc the cup.

Murdoc pays and walks to a booth near a window that faces the street. He takes out his laptop and quickly begins to type an essay that's due soon.

Suddenly there's movement in front of him and his whole body tenses. He glares and looks at whoever is disturbing him. Except his glare falters at the bluenette in front of him.

"Can I help you?" Murdoc snaps.

"O-oh. No. Well yes. Do you mind if I sit 'ere? The shop is full today and I'm pretty tired so I was just wondering if I could share the booth with you. I'll be quiet and if you say no that's okay too b-"

"Fine. Not a word though." Murdoc says, beginning to type away wordlessly. He doesn't know why he agreed to this. Maybe it was because the dullard was pretty cute blabbering on like that. 

He sees the bluenette smile brightly and he almost rolls his eyes at the sight.

The man puts his head on his arms that are laying on the table and soon falls asleep. Murdoc wonders how anyone's hair could be that blue. Maybe he dyed it? No. It was too saturated and had no imperfections. There's no way that he or anyone else could've dyed it.

It doesn't matter, Murdoc has an essay to write anyway.

Barely twenty minutes later and the bluenette sits up suddenly, quickly leaving the booth to go to the back room.

What a weirdo. Murdoc thinks, almost missing the way that the blue stood out from the browns and greys of the coffee shop. He liked the way that London's grey streets seemed to disappear. Or how the outside cold air seemed like spring time when the man was sitting so close.

Murdoc mentally scolds himself. What is this? A bloody romance novel? He doesn't even know the man's name for crying out loud! How can he feel such things for a stranger. It was all bloody ridiculous.

The man comes back with a water bottle and sits down again. Taking out a couple of blue pills from his pocket, the man swallows them dry with a drink of water that follows afterwards. Murdoc raises his eyebrows but doesn't ask any questions. This was a one time thing anyway, so it's not like it mattered.

The man puts his head down again, sticking to his word on not saying anything.

Murdoc frowns at the lack of attention and moves his laptop a little bit to get a better view of the sleeping man. He moves around until he's able to see the name tag on his shirt.

Stuart. Not bad. It suits him.

Content with finding out the man's name, Murdoc goes back to writing his essay. Until he starts wondering how long Stuart's break is. Hopefully for a while, he likes having the presence in front of him.

Murdoc looks away from his screen, eyes glancing at Stuart's sleeping form.

His skin was really pale, almost gleaming blue. It was rather cute. First, the blue hair, now, even his skin looks blue.

Maybe blue is Murdoc's favorite color now.

Murdoc almost groans at the fact that he got distracted. Again.

Another twenty minutes pass and this time the bluenette sits up slowly, yawning in the process.

"Thanks for letting me stay 'ere. Won't 'appen again." He says and gets up to leave. Murdoc just nods, acting indifferently.

Finally, fortunately or unfortunately he wasn't sure, he was able to finish the essay. It only took an hour and now he had no reason to stay in the booth.

He discreetly looks over at the cash register, noticing Stuart giving customers their orders.

Murdoc sighs and gathers his stuff. He gets up and throws his half full cup away.

Without a glance back he exits the shop, barely taking notice of the bells and the loud murmurs of the people inside.

Instead he looks around at the grey buildings, instantly missing the bright blue he had quickly grown accustomed to.

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