Murdoc x reader [Unaware]

The Room

You wake up to a bright sun shining upon your face. You turn away from it and slowly un-peel your eyes, you hope to see Murdoc there. But he's not there. You grab the sheets in distress hoping Murdoc will somehow teleport there. After laying down staring where Murdoc belongs, you realise nothing's going to happen. You then begrudgingly sit up in order to observe the room in all it's glory.

 The room is large and decorated in a very haphazard way that's somehow still aesthetically pleasing. The wall are engraved with geometric shapes and have various colourful carpets- some with arabic texts- hanging on them. The floor is a shiny, dark wooden colour and carries various furniture items and one large weaved mat before your bed. On top of the various cabinets and shelves in the room, there are small chachkis and nicknacks that most probably have some significance to Moroccan culture. The most interesting parts of this room however are the windows opposite your bed. There's one larger window which is currently covered by a dense curtain and another smaller one, slightly above it which is allowing the sun to rest on you.

You get out of the bed and walk to the door which awaits nearby. You open it a small amount as you like to know what a setting is like before deciding how to behave in it. You see a balcony going round in what seems to be the outline of a rectangle, connecting other rooms to the same level as yours. You then hear walking and for some reason you instinctually run back to the bed and pretend to be asleep. You bury yourself in the sheets.

The door opens and footsteps approach your bed. You feel as though you're being nudged. So pretend to slowly awaken. You slowly follow the motions of waking up.

'C'mon sleepy head, we ordered brunch.' Mohammed's voice states.

You let out a groan of acknowledgement and sit up. You see Mohammed begin to walk out, but you have questions.

'Wait'. 

'What?' Mohammed says as he turns and looks at you with his stern face.

'I need to brush my teeth and I don't have any other clothes'

'Open the drawer beside you'

You open the drawer, a waft of an unfamiliar hygienic aroma is let out. The drawer is full of many small sticks. Is this a joke?

'What am I supposed to do with sticks'

Mohammed laughs.

'Those aren't any ordinary sticks. They're Miswak.'

'Miswak?'

'Pass me one'

You pass Mohammed one of the Miswak and observe him. He pulls out a knife from his pocket and peels off about an inch of skin from the tip of the Miswak. He then puts the knife back and proceeds to rubs the stick on his teeth. He then shows you the stick closer and shows that they now have bristles.

'And that's safe for brushing your teeth?'

'It's actually good for you.' Mohammed states in an almost patronising way.

'And clothes?'

'Paula's an organised lady, check the closets'.

You look at Mohammed suspiciously and walk over to the closet nearby. You open it and thankfully the clothing inside isn't obscene. It's actually quite similar to your style, it gives you a feeling of relaxation and familiarity. 

'Hang on, there's something I forgot', Mohammed says.

You close the closet, walk round the bed and sit down in front of Mohammed. 

'Yes?' You ask as you look up to him.

'Murdoc mailed this to you'. Mohammed hands you a package and you RIP IT OPEN.

Inside the package  is a letter and... the necklace you gave Murdoc. You hang the necklace round your neck and proceed to read the letter.

"Dear (f/n),                                                                                                                                                                                I'm so sorry I made shitty choices in the past that have led to this situation. It's gonna be shitty for a while love, but I will make it out of here. I promise. And when I come out, we'll get married and do everything we've ever wanted. But for now, things are shit and they're going to be for an unknown time frame. But for fuck's sake I'm MURDOC FUCKING NICCALS, I'll be fine. Anyway love, Paula's limiting my writing time, so I'll finish up with a short explanation as to why you have my necklace. I want you to have something physical to carry my essence and give you company. Anyway love, I really gotta go. Enjoy wherever you are in the world. 

~'Mudzy'"

Tears begin to roll down your countenance, you clench the paper and emotions flood your being. You feel happiness that Murdoc is not yet broken. You feel fear as you know Paula's nowhere near done with him. You feel hope as Murdoc promised everything will be ok. You feel sadness as Murdoc has no information on what's going on with you.

'C- can I write him back?' You ask as your voice trembles.

'No.'

A wave of anger takes over you and you somehow manage to push this tall muscly Mohammed to the wall.

'Why not?!'

'Chill out half pint, hate the message not the messenger.' Mohammed says, practically unaffected by your push. You take a deep breath and sit down.

'I'm sorry, but why can't I?'

'Paula said it's because she wants to break him by not hearing from you without any explanation as to why.'

'Fuck! Also, you're not just a messenger. You're holding me captive!' You say in a snarky, guilt tripping tone.

'It's not my choice!' Mohammed shouts, suddenly becoming angry.

You look at him in shock as despite the fact Mohammed can be mean, he never looses his cool.

'What do you mean?' You ask in a manner which shows you want to understand where he's coming from.