[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]2D glanced up before wrapping the stab wound. "He's Just playin around Russel, sure he sometimes get a little rough but it's fine." For a second it seemed like he was going to add something but stopped himself, instead chewing his bottom lip with any remaining teeth he still had. The thing was that he admired Murdoc and even the thought of getting him in trouble or putting him in a sour mood felt bad. However the more he thought about it the more frustrated he got, almost all his wounds was because of that stupid green feline and yet 2D felt like he had to stand up for Murdoc. The whole thing was mind boggling, or at least for his idiotic brain. "I dunno, I need my mask and some pills but I should be fine."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]2D wandered over before staring at the little duckling blatantly. "They's a chicken right there...A chicken." Oh well, there was rabbits living among lions so why not a tiny chicken too? Turning his attention back to mister gloom'n'doom.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Well then why'a you picking at it?" 2D said in a slightly exasperated tone, his comically high-pitched voice breaking. Sometimes he felt like everyone didn't make sense or he was really, really stupid, either way it was annoying. "Oh, never mind! Murdoc..." His paw went to the stab mark on his hunch from when Mur had stabbed him whilst drunk, not that the green bad mate remembered anyway. Maybe he did? Ugh.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Why do you like hurting me?" Stuart Pot whispered, turned his head to the side so to avoid any glares. Honestly he didn't like confrontation but especially with Murdoc, it was like fighting with your hero. "Russel says I should just fight back but...I dunno." His tongue slipped between the big gap in his mouth into his nose, a sure sign of anxiety.
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Stuart Pot- or Stu-pot or 2D, glanced at the buff dude from behind a tree. Okay, mission socialize was a go. Slightly nervous the great Dane stuck his head out then approached, his big black eyes wide. "My mum liked to take baths." He stuttered nervously, blue fur rising with embarrassment, did he really have to be so stupid? "I mean, uh, would you mind if I joined you?" When the other feline cleared her throat 2D screeched, jumping forward into the spring and bonking his head. Typical.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Stuart resurfaced with a splash but held a huge grin, the water was pretty friggin nice. His pure azure blue fur stuck to his body like glue, black eyes wide and wild. "I'm okay." Water was definitely not the worst thing ever. Fact he had once been a vegetable (thanks, Murdoc) and then hit his head so hard everything was all fixed up, which was how he got the black eyes. "Hell'a of a bump, though." He laughed like a dork before sitting back to relax.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Murdoc? Helloo?" Stuart called out, eyes narrowed in frustration. Hopefully he wasn't drunk and if he was, hopefully he wasn't in a violent mood. At the very thought his stab wound burned. His thin body ached from walking around all night full of worry, not for himself or even Murdoc, but because someone could get hurt. Oh- singing? His face cringed at the scent of alcohol and even more so at the sight of his band mate. Too tired for yelling 2D just shook his head.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]The great Dane flinched at Murdoc's cursing, he hated it, oh god he hated it. "I'm sorry- you'a right, that's stupid." 2D knew that wasn't stupid and that it was actually a huge problem, and that just agreeing was further the abuse, but what could he do? Like all his band mates said, he was just a moron. "Uhm, it's just that you hurt me really, really bad and I could die from being stabbed, ya know?" His voice was gradually becoming more flustered.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Well, that was true enough, he was okay. There was a lot of things that had happened way worse then being stabbed- all at the hands of Murdoc, but oh well. "Y-yeah that's true! Uhn...Anyway, are we doing any gigs or are we just gonna wait? I mean, whatever works I guess." Stuart mumbled in a attempt to change the subject. Murdoc wasn't ready to know when enough was enough and the great Dane didn't feel like dragging it on. He tried to get back his band mates favor by smiling, a gap-toothed, adorable little show that everything was fine.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]2D glanced at the feline, sighed, then shook his head again. "H-hey, no need to be rude...Murdoc just'a little soused." This was mainly the side of him that had suffered and forgiven years of his satanic band mates abuse, but he also didn't like care for people who acted high and mighty, as if they had never gotten just a teensy bit to drunk. "I can handle it..." He said this but was a little afraid, Murdoc got violent when drunk, and last time he had even stabbed Stuart.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Then put some cotton in your ears, plenty'a rest and no noise." Stuart offered in a completely honest manner, though it sounded a bit sarcastic it really wasn't, he was just a idiot. "Anyway, I wouldn't try and fight with Murdoc...Is there anyway I can help?" Despite not liking her attitude he had no spine and wanted everyone to be happy. In a fit of anxiety at having to argue with someone the great Dane began to wiggle his toes together, eyes wide.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]If you found Stuart at that moment you'd probably think of him as some sort of weirdo, which was correct, but at least he had a excuse. The azure blue canine had a clown mask over his face to keep out his headaches, multiple bottles of pills and cartons of cigarettes lay around him, a brightly coloured but scratched up keyboard in front of him. In a daze he began playing out "Tommorow Comes Today", humming along. This went on for a bit before he began to sing. "Everybody's here with me, got no camera to see. Don't think I'm all in this world the camera won't let me roll, and the verdict doesn't love our soul. The digital won't let me go."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]2D had never done this before so the whole experience was a little weird."Uhm, I have me an idea." Was that right? Hopefully.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Oh- stranger. "H-hi I'm Stuart and'a I was wondering if me and my band could do a gig, invite some allies- snacks and stuff." 2D said, hoping the other could figure out what he was even saying through his thick coconut accent. He probably should have checked in with his band mates but oh well.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"We's more of an alternative type, ya know? But we can play some pop if that's what ya want, we real good at that. Russel don't got his sodding drums so that's the only problem." He drawled, his eyes rolling up, not that anyone could notice seeing as they were completely black. "I could hit up the person constructing the prom or whateva and give em some samples, see what he likes."
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