murdoc x reader

part 45

"Come on in!" You called out, trying to seem causal as you stood in front of the piano. Murdoc waltzed in, stepping over the jellyfish and entering the room. "Getcha' self ready, luv! You're gonna come with me n' start learin' ya songs." You looked him up and down. 2d was right.

"Alright. Let me brush my hair and shower and what not, I'll be ready in-"
"An hour." He cut you off.
You growled, knowing there was no hassling. An hour was your time limit. "Fine. Leave me alone now."

He listened to you, despite your thought of him ignoring your command and staying. You sighed and shuffled to the floor on the side of your bed. You grabbed your bra and headed to the shower.  You rinsed off quickly again, the water giving you goosebumps. You brushed your hair out and let it go natural, you brushed your teeth, put on your bra, and put the same clothes back on. The shirt went to your midthighs so you (tucked it in, or tied it in a knot, up to reader.) You looked at yourself in the dusty mirror and forced a smile. At least your skin was clear.

And there he was, no later than an hour, but probably earlier. Thankfully, though, you were ready.

You sighed and walked towards Murdoc. He was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and his left leg crossed behind his right, his foot pressed against the granite wall. "So, the first song ah'm gonna be gettin' you to learn is gonna be called To Binge. Now, eh, (y/n)... this is kind of a... romantic song... and it will be a duet. So be prepared for that." You walked past him, keeping you eye forward. You stood in the hall and tapped your foot, avoiding eye contact while you waited for him to lead the way. "Ya on ya time of the month or somethin baby doll?~" he purred, grazing his elbow against yours as he stepped in front of you. You yanked your arm back and scoffed. "No, you cunt. I'm still pissed I'm here, if you couldn't tell.~" you replied to him in the same tone he used. He rolled his eyes and motioned for you to follow, so you did.

The hallway was long but very well lighted. There were many doors, all of which you hoped didn't hold more suffering people behind them. But, you knew they probably did.

Murdoc lead you to an elevator and allowed you to step in first. What a gentleman... you thought sarcastically.

The elevator went up what must've been three stories. How big was the fucking thing? Finally, the elevator let out a satisfying ding, and the doors opened.

You stepped out in awe. The room was huge. A twisty staircase over near what you assumed was the kitchen, a large television and couch, and... a front door. "What the fuck am I on?" You asked him, twisting around to see him very close behind you. "Could it be...love?~" he growled and chuckled, placing a green index finger beneath your chin and tilting your head up. Your cheeks heated up and you felt like a volcano. You slapped his wrist to the left and tried your hardest not to spit on his smirking face. "No, you idiot. I mean, what the fuck am I standing on."

He took a step back and, like a child, threw his arms in the air and waved them around. "Plastic Beach! Welcome ta the world of it, luv. It's a hump of painted pink rubbish in the ocean! It's ehh... not my greatest work. But! Good to say tha' least. Now, let's get up to tha' recoring studio n' check out what ah've written. Unless you want to stop my my ro-"

You cut him off by walking away. You placed your hand on the stair railing and glanced back at him. "Lets get a fuckin move on then, you bastard." You hissed.