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An ordinary Monday. Noodle had taken the day to recoup after successfully bringing the band back together, Russ was prolly who knows where still trying to perfect his hot sauce, 2D was snoring away in his room and murdoc? Murdoc was muttering to himself in the foyer, pacing back and forth as he waited for the familiar ding of the doorbell- tripping over some rollerskates which had been haphazardly tossed to the side after use. blooming blue bird, forgetting to put things away.
Before any more anger could simmer beneath green skin his attention was caught by a shadow beneath the door. With little thought the door was ripped open and the package snatched from the shocked mailman. Before any protests could be made Murdoc grumbled some more and slammed the door shut, scurrying back off into his own room before anyone could catch sight of him with his suspicious box of… something.
Hearing the familiar slams and stomps of the usually angry man, 2D awoke to the sight of the green beast towering above him. “Hngh- huh?” Before the poor man could react something was tossed onto his stomach with such force that he was sure it would bruise come next morning.
“First matey needs a hat don’t he?” was all murdoc muttered before dashing out of the room, refusing to let himself be seen in what he deemed to be a vulnerable state. 2D meanwhile just blinked in confusion, staring up at the door where murdoc had stood then at his lap where a new captains hat sat, fresh and clean. Confused his brows furrowed as he struggled to understand why Murdoc had done something kind without an ulterior motive.
“Faceache! Hurry up and get ready I’m not waiting around all day for your mentally handicapped ass to dress yourself!!”
That had been all the convincing the blue haired man needed to get up and start the day. Once dressed he sat on the bed, staring down in confusion at the captains hat. It looked a lot like the one murdoc used to have. The one 2D used to admire and lose himself to daydreams over ten years ago when he had been kidnapped and forced to produce an album with murdoc. Fantasies of being a captain had made the suffering bearable, at least up until Murdoc had decided stu could be trusted to be let out of the basement. He had mentioned it once in an offhand comment- a laugh about how his naivety had been his saving grace and murdoc had remembered?
"Oi! Bluebird!" Murdoc stumbled in, slurring his words as he stumbled closer to his singer. "Hurry up!" Thwack. Stu was already tensed, already expecting the smack as he had realised a little too late that he got lost in another day dream. Just because he expected it doesn't mean it hurt any less, and it must of been obvious because the green demons face fell for a moment, and he placed his bottle of rum down only to sheepishly replace it with the hat that was originally in dee's hand, placing it on the singers head instead. Gently, something rare for the basist. He even took the time to make sure it was carefully fitted. Taking the time to make sure it fit comfortably and wouldn't affect 2D's sensory issues.
2Ds breath hitched as Murdocs hand brushed his cheek. Cheeky fucker was doing this on purpose now, he could see how it made his singer squirm and the asshole was clearly getting off on it. Murdoc cackled before yanking Dee up and dragging him along. "Dents, stop dragging ya legs ya god damned vegetable!"
"S-sorry mudz!" Stu murmured, picking up his pace until he was directly behind the green devil like a clingy puppy. Eventually they made it to the nearby dock where Murdoc promptly dragged dents onto a boat.
"Whas this then mudz?"
"Your my first matey."
"First matey?" Dents questioned, slipping into a seat as he watched Murdoc step up to the wheel.
"Yeah, innit that what you dreamed about on that hunka plastic?"
Stu remained silent. He was at a loss for words and truth be told Murdoc was greatful for this as even he couldn't explain his attempts to be kind. There was only so much he could blame on being drunk and this was not one of them.
After a bit the boat had reached a decent distance from land that Murdoc felt comfortable to abandon the wheel and turn his attention to his blue haired song bird, a bottle of rum firmly lodged in his hand which he sipped on to soothe his nerves. "Ya awfully pretty ya know... Whole reason why the band's as successful as it is."
"N-no it's not- I'm.. I'm not-" Dents stuttered but Murdoc only gave a low grumble in return, successfully shutting the timid man up. "Shuuuuttt uppp.... Ugh. Come on Dents, we both know your not that dense."
"I'm not- I'm not dense!"
"You sure act like it sometimes. Yer pretty. Yer nice... Too goddamn nice."
Stu gulped and attempted to back away but the green devil was on him within seconds.
"Surely you've realised. Come on mate. The strawberries when I brought you back stage?"
"I do like strawberries..."
"Of course you like strawberries! That's why I had them for ya! God yer daft I was drunk not blind I knew it was you ya idiot!" The green devil lifted his hand, ready to strike but as Stu flinched and recoiled he was dragged back to reality. For a second all that could be heard was the mixed sounds of frightened and angry breaths.
Maybe it was the alcohol or sheer stupidly that gave Murdoc the sudden bout of bravery but all he knew is somehow his lips and his bloomin singers were melded together and stu's tensed shoulders began to sag as he melted into the affection.
It's not until dents began to push back against Murdoc that he finally pulled away. "Now ya get it ya prick?"
"Mudz- you... You kissed me?"
"And I'll do it again ya sad sod."
Murdoc plopped himself down on the seat before grabbing the taller man and pulling him onto his lap, giving a cheeky chuckle as he smirks up at his dazed and confused singer. "I like ya... Ya daft prick. Surely you've figured it by now?"
"I like you too mudz! B-but you don't exactly make it obvious..."
The basist could only roll his eyes before grabbing 2Ds face once more, pulling him into another kiss. "Is it obvious enough yet ya sod?"