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“2D, look! Look at this!”

The girl’s yells could be heard before she’d even entered the room, and were even louder when her small frame burst through the door. A grin had spread across her lips, and although her eyes were hidden behind a thick fringe, they were lit up with wonder.

“Look! Guess what I found!”

“No bars here? Really?” Well that sucks.

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Traces of lukewarm orange light slipped through barely there openings in Murdoc Niccals curtains, lighting the typically dark room with a more welcoming vibe. It didn’t match Murdoc’s expression a bit. Lips down turned, eyes hidden behind his trademark fringe, shouldered slumped; his look alone was enough to make the entire room feel dark and cold all over again.

The only time he seemed to move was to grip a bottle of gin on his nightstand, practically choking himself every now and then on the taste. Whatever. There wasn’t much of a reason to pace himself today. Or, there might have been, until he began absentmindedly digging through some old Gorillaz memorabilia. A couple clipped interviews, an odd award or two, and a few copies of Rise of the Ogre. The works. Seeing all of this basic junk had actually had him in high spirits until he got around to flipping open the book, possibly to actually read what he had been so excited to publish at one point. Seeing a few yellowed pictures fall to the floor should’ve been something he expected, honestly. The book had been getting on in years…

Except, when the bassist picked up what he assumed was going to be amazing interview material, his entire demeanor changed when he actually saw the pages in the floor. Eerily letting the book fall to the floor with a thump, Murdoc held the pictures in his hand with a carefulness that he had almost forgotten he was capable of. Oh…oh no. This shit was going off again.