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2D switched the water off, stepping out of the shower. Water dripping off of him quickly, a puddle accumulating around his feet. He grasped the towel off of the rack, yawning as he gingerly swabbed at his hair,legs,and face. His eyes fluttering as he wrapped the fluffy towel around his waist.
2D quickly brushed his teeth,slathered on deodorant,and spritzed on cologne that He had for as a gift from noodle.
He gripped the door knob, turning it slowly, trying to make as least noise as possible. 2D poked his head out,glancing at his bed. A tuft of black hair stuck out,along with a hand that was curled into a fist. He swallowed,stepping out quietly as possible.
2D slowly made his way to his wooden desk glancing and the various journals,papers,pencils,and mail that littered the top of it. He reached towards his phone,grasping it and pressing the power button.
The phone made a loud ding! , making him almost drop it. 2D glanced worriedly at the figure on his bed again,hearing his "guest" groan and dig into the covers even more. 2D let out a low sigh,turning around and leaning against the desk. 2D sifted through the messages and notifications,swiping away emails.

2D stopped momentarily,eyeing a particularly weird email that was written in such a way he thought it was a poem at first glance. He clicked on it,making the text larger and easier to read.

Dear Stuart Pots
I admire you from afar
I admire your band
I admire your mates
but there's one
he is a problem
he hurts you
but do not worry
I will help you.

There was an image attached,a blurry photo of their house. It seemed to be taken from the bushes late at night,catching a dark figure surrounded by light in the window. By the shape of their body and their posture,it was obviously Murdoc. Though he might be wrong,the image was blurry and seemed to be taken by an older generation of camera.
2D stared at the image and the email,dumbstruck. He was used to getting crazy fan mail,hell,he was even used to fans stopping by their house. Which,none of them really liked to happen.
But he had never gotten anything like this,he didn't necessarily think it was a threat,maybe it was just worded odd.

The thing he was stuck on, though ,was the "problem" the supposed crazed fan mentioned. It pained him that he knew exactly who they were talking about. He glanced again at his bed,making sure the occupant was still unconscious.
2D sniffed,turning his phone off and laying it ontop of the physical mail on the desk. He skipped over to his closet,quietly sitting through shirts.
He blindly grabbed a soft shirt,yanking it off the hanger. Throwing it over himself,he breathed in its scent. It smelt like Murdoc,which he found weird. As he pulled it over himself,he realized it was an old shirt he had stolen from the bassist during their last tour.
The singer chewed his bottom lip,rubbing the soft fabric inbetween the two of his thumbs,smiling softly. He heard a grunt,dropping his arms an his sides.
2D glanced back at his bed again,feeling annoyed with himself and how worried he was. Of course he would know when Murdoc would be awake,he would yawn and growl as he stretched,a clear sign he was conscious again.

He gingerly dropped the towel to the floor,feeling vulnerable in his own room. 2D was instantly hit with a cold breeze to his lower body as he frantically stepped over to the small dresser beside his desk.
2D opened a drawer,grabbing a pair of underwear. Closing it and opening another,he grabbed a pair of ripped pants. He closed the drawer with his arse,turning to pull on the underwear and pants up as fast as he could.
The singer almost felt his heart drop into his stomach as he heard a growl and laugh behind him,he turned around to his bed. Murdoc leaned on his elbow,his lower half still covered with 2D's large,fluffy blanket.

"Tch,thanks fer the view on this nice morning. Love seein' the moon reeeal early,m'favorite y'know?" Murdoc laughed,sitting up and pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes,yawning. 2D glared at him,feeling his face heat up. 2D scoffed,crossing is arms.
" 'S not funny,Muds. "
Murdoc pulled his hands away,crossing his legs and giving 2D a soft look.
"Aw,what? Jus' messing around with ya,Jus' joking. " He sighed,rubbing his forehead.
"Mmh,surprised I don't have a bloody headache,don't even feel a hangover comin' on. 's good I geuss-" 2D cut him off by walking out of the room friskily,shutting the door a bit hard. Murdoc stared at the door,feeling his hands dig into the soft sheets.