//2D POV//
It has been a few weeks since I moved into my new room and I'm not here how to feel, Mubs has not said a word to me and I mostly spend my time stargazing at night and sleeping all day, but I can't help but wonder if he is mad at me about the song, or he is embarrassed about what happened. It racks my mind as I watch the sky spin a 360 at nightfall.
//Murdoc POV//
As I lay with my hands on my skull I can't help but smell whiskey on my breath, I wish I wasn't a drunk, I wish I was nicer, I wish I could give the bluebird what he deserved. When I glance up at the finally finished noodle I can't help but feel pained, but we need a guitarist for this to work, I already have the electric drums up and going. Time to get back on the market.
As I started her up a few sparks flew from her jaw and eyes, when she calmed down she looked me in the eyes as I pointed to the sink, Time for a test run. "Dishes" and just like that she listened "Good good, Now! play this" I say as I hold out the sheet paper to an old song, she grabs the instrument that is fixed to her back and plays each cord without error "Perfect"
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Plastic Beach
RomanceAfter months of trying to hide his feelings for 2D, they finally shine through with a knotted series of events.
