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They will build a pillow fort in the living room and tell Murdoc that he isn’t invited to come and play 

Russel is invited though. Tea parties require Russel’s presence to know the true etiquette of them 

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“ you’re not sleepin’ yet, Noodle?” It was hypocritical to give such a concerned tone towards a crime that he was guilty of too, but 2D’s care for the younger one made him do so, stumbling upon her in the living room when he had headed downstairs for a snack. He had skipped dinner earlier in the day due to a sickening migraine, which in combination to the great quantities of pills he had taken to numb himself for the night, lead to a few, long yawns as he was waiting for her answer. “ You were up early today wif me so you ‘afta be tired.” 

Band? She paused slightly and that’s when it dawned on her that the woman she was speaking with was Noodle, the guitarist from the Gorillaz. Wetting her lips, Jay decided that she wouldn’t FLIP OUT and mention the obvious‒ she didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. In fact, she was thankful that the guitarist changed the subject.

“ She does that sometimes. She’s a nurse, her husband is a doctor, so they can afford those things… well, sometimes. I usually just like wearing comfortable clothing‒ lounge-wear and slippers. ”

Taking a moment to think, she realized that her fingers were poking at one another and that she had been trying to STOP herself from playing with her hair. Nervous habits were hard to break, especially when in the presence of someone she used to sing with during her time alone when her mother was working, “ Ah‒ my name is Jay, by the way. It’s nice to meet someone who has an eye for amazing fashion. ”

Noodle to a step back on the sidewalk before making her arms big into an exaggerated bow in front of her newly antiquated friend. “ こんにちは !  私はGorillazのギタリストです。” ( Hello ! I am the guitarist of Gorillaz. ) a head of choppy locks bobbed with a cunning cue. “ They call me Noodle, by the way. ” 

Thin eyebrows questioned her fidgeting habits. It almost breaks her heart seeing people get edgy when she tried to socialize with them all. Although, the girl was very cute on the spot. Noodle was simply amused by the way she swayed in between her behaviors. A soft curl began to pry at her lips before chuckling gently. “ We do live in a very materialized world after all. It’s a culture that speaks to all languages that expresses bodily figures. We should be worshiping over each and every clothing line for their godly creations. ” Oh dear god, don’t even get her started. If it wasn’t for Gorillaz, Noodle would probably pull off as a fashion model with her long lanky legs taking the runway. 

“—-…Take it in your heart now love…—-”

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A lavender colored light twinkled against the indigo colored sky, its radiance somehow growing—no. It was coming closer— falling at alarming speeds. Fingers quickly point at the growing dot as a few terrified gasps and questions leave the crowd who witnessed the unusual light. It was when the dot collided with the ground that a small explosion mushroomed afar. To the onlookers, it was just a comet that landed on earth. In reality, it was something far more…alive.

Emerging from the rubble, the black-haired female manages to crawl away from the crash site and make her way towards a strange building reading “Kong Studios”. She knew if she didn’t get a move on, the intergalactic police would eventually seek out her location and retrieve her. But she was so weak…so tired. All that running through the cosmos without a single rest stop did a number on her.

Lifting her head, she spots, what looks to her, like a female standing near the collision. Blackfire’s eyes blurred and became increasingly heavy, and before she knew it she collapsed; out cold.

Familiar tunes uttered the melody of dancing fingers on strings. She was in a region of fantasia where her mind wandered aimlessly into the chilly twilight call. Gusty winds of harrowing ethos nipped at the smalls of her back and exposed neck. She had sought no shelter inside the abandon headquarters where the warmth had brought her livelier days. Instead, she summoned upon her talented instrument to coo the dead from their graves to listen to her song.

Light strums upon the her timber acoustic always her brought her joy when she spent her nights alone at Kong’s Studio There was no trace of the other Gorillaz whereabouts, nor was there any evidence that anything has ever inhabited the studios from years past. And so on that token, Noodle became fully conscious of her serendipity. Kong’s Studio was basically the birthplace where chapters had unfolded. Shipped from Japan in a FedEx shipment package, Kong’s studios was basically everything she had ever known before the band broke off into separate hiatuses. Now that she was back in an empty household with no one to welcome her with open arms ( except the stray zombies dawdling around ) . This somewhat crushed her spirits all together about her beloved band. 

She paused her restless prattles on her instrument as ebony eyes observed the nightly shimmering sky. Bright wonder works of light captivated the young guitarist in awe as her heart swelled bigger and bigger due to its radiant colours and awesome prowess. In a matter of moments, what appeared to be a comet shot down from the heavens, shook the grounds of the shameless grounds right at the entrance. Noodle instantly took a stance and popped up from where she was sitting to race down the building to the graveyard passage. 

♪—But he wasn’t asleep when he got thetext through, instead he was reading some e-books he had brought a few days ago but had forgotten all about them (obviously)when the woman’s text came through, at first panic washed over him as he sat up straighter in the bed and threw his legs over the side, he didn’t want her sleeping in the car! Why didn’t she come over to him sooner? He would let her have his bedand he would have the weird…looking sofa/chair thing in the corner, what a silly girl.

📱—Noodle(sent) should have told me! I don’t wantu sleeping in a car or anything!

📱—Noodle(sent) uh…lemme come meet u, saves uwalking on ur own?

Phone on his bed, he would guide his feet back into his shoes, his tablets hadn’t kicked in yet (or atall…) and stand on his tired and wobbly legs to pull up his jeans once more; okay, maybe he wouldn’t walk as far to meet her but he will certainly wait outside the room for her—ever caring despite Noodle being able to care for herself.

It wasn’this fault he saw her as that precious child that arrived to them in that crate…

Openingthe door and leaving it open, 2D would lean on the rails that overlooked the car park, head turned to the right so he would be able to see when she was coming; should have just got a room together, it would have been so much easier! But at least she got the refund on the room, it didn’t even cost a lot but…from the price the standards could have been a little bit better!

It didn’ttake him long to spot her, resting his chin in his hand tired eyes lulled over her silhouette for a moment before he dared to rest; it was when he could hear her coming closer he shook himself awake, “Sorreh ye’roomwere shit———“

Dee spokeafter a moment.

“—mines not too bad…bath is a bit grim but could easily be cleaned…”

Now hestood up completely, stretching out his arms and cracking his bones, “…beds warm, ye’can ‘ave tha’ if ye’like?”

Well therewas going to be no debate, even if she declined he will fight with her so she could havethe comfort; thing fingers went through his blue tainted hair as he yawned, one last cig and drink and then he…THEY could try and get some sleep,this was the last stop before Noodle got her guitar—and then the journey home will be quick, they say its quicker going home than it is going somewhere. Dee will take a detourthough, there was no way he was coming here again and theremust be a better place to stay along this long stretch of road.

 A brisk walk through the pathway left her footsteps tapping at the new morning’s breath. Dark silhouettes masked the girl’s guard in a state of perturb as she departed from the eerie parking area with mindful uncertainty.  Noodle roamed until she was left at a crosswalk where she gladly strolled forth in order to seek shelter under 2D’s grown-up supervision. She was a bit intimated by what this place had to offer but, she took the time to seize the moment and soak in the little peace she had just before dawn arrived.

Her device spawned with the most risible messages from leading Gorilla himself. It almost made her laugh out loud that his messages would be so consternation. She just had to pause in her tracks and reply back so he wouldn’t have to panic so much. 

📱—2D (sent)

I’ll be okay. No need to worry (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

📱—2D (sent) 私のヒーロー  ( My Hero . )  

Gentle strides cast away across the ground as the guitarist met up with the turbulent blue haired man. His heavy duty jacket she had wore earlier in the car swung so gallantly upon her dainty shoulders while her limbs have ached her so. If one word could describe her so well at the moment it would be EXHAUSTION. The nude makeup on her eyes made her eyelids sink with fatigue while her breath was stolen by a smirch yawn. The color in her complexion was drained, but she attempted to keep herself at bay. If there was one thing that made her features so vibrant, it would be the smile she greeted her lifetime friend with before following him into his room. 

“The bath can wait until morning. I’ll buy some cleaners and wash it out in a few hours.” she ushered a hushed remark. She paraded right into his room to find it in much better shape than what the one she was given. Oh man, what a horrible experience for that will fetch in her nightmares.  After a short glance, she slugged the bag off her shoulders next to the bed before stretching tired arms above her head.  She immediately went over to the funny looking couch thing in his room and draped his jacket over the dusty old furniture. “I might call in for the guitar and tell her that we’re going to pick it up later into the day. I’d rather sleep in this morning...”