Murcock Stories

--when everything's gone wrong, can one girl make it right? -lowercase intended <33- mars dangled her feet from the high rooftop. Lighting a cigarette, she listened to the music booming through out the neighborhood. the smell of weed and smoke carried through the air, hitting her nose in one big punch. the footsteps of someone else's heels clicking against the rough surface of the flat roof echoing throughout mar's ears. "hey, do you have a cigarette to spare?" --noodle x fem!oc, she/her prns. this is one of my first ever x readers, so don't expect the greatest thing ever.

What exactly do you do when the Gorillaz of all people, move in next door?