For the anon who ask for 2D’s S/O sending him a sexy photo, I accidentally deleted it, so here ya go!
2D gazes longingly at his phone, kicked away into a corner of the room. He taps his foot impatiently, wondering if he can make a dash for it while Murdoc isn’t looking and grab it, just to let you know he’s rehearsing and can’t respond for a while.
He glances at Murdoc, who’s fiddling with the strings on one of his guitars, muttering angrily to himself.
“…piece of shit…cheap pile of junk…never would’a had this problem with El Diablo…”
2D glances at his phone again, watching as the screen lights up and it dings loudly with a message alert. Murdoc growls.
“Turn that shit off!”
2D scowls at him.
“Well I would, but you kicked it away from me,” he responds, and Murdoc gives him a murderous glare.
“Fuckin’ turn it off,”