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2D didn't know too much about his fellow Elysites yet, and he was actually sort of disappointed by that. However, even though the serval had a warm and somewhat charismatic – if a bit dumb – personality, he had never really been the type to instigate contact with others. Things had a tendency to just... happen to him, rather than him making them happen. While this might've annoyed most people, the serval had never really been bothered by the different twists and turns his life chose to take him along. Everything just seemed to be the way it was supposed to be, even though 2D had never really believed in any sort of higher power making everything happen. One moment he had been just your average, no goal loner, and then the next moment his head had been smashed against a rock, and then he had Murdoc blabbing in his ear about big plans that made little to no sense to 2D. Most of the time he just smiled a bit and nodded, something that usually seemed to make his canine companion happy, at least for the moment.

Needless to say, 2D hadn't been making much of an effort to interact with his new clanmates. Not because he didn't want to, but because he just wasn't that motivated to. He wasn't motivated to do much of anything right now, except for lay on the ground near his oceanside house and watch the sky. The beautiful colors of the sky over Elysium were drowned by the sea of pinks and reds that remained a constant filter over 2D's vision, yet still he enjoyed watching the clouds go by, even if they looked more like cotton candy than anything else. He had been beginning to drift off, his head slowly spinning as his eyes began to close, but then he heard footsteps coming his way, albeit slowly. When he finally forced his ebony eyes open again, he was startled to see the presence of another serval, looking down at him. Tilting his head to one side, the lanky male said softly, "Uh... 'ey there? Is there somefink I c'n do for you?"

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Honestly, 2D was most used to abrasive personalities in his life. Murdoc was almost always willing to start a fight with somebody, and while his mum had been an angel on earth, his pop was your stereotypical rough guy looking to toughen up his son. Some thought that his history of being around loud mouths and assholes had led to him being a bit of a pushover, but he didn't see it that way. He liked being accommodating to people, and it was easier to just agree with people who were grouchy, rather than get on their bad side, right? Needless to say, Felicity's blunt and slightly hostile tone was nothing new to 2D, who slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position as she spoke, lanky body stretching until there was a pleasant pop in his back – pleasant even as it made little lights pop in his pink and red vision. Smiling his usual carefree grin – showing off sharp incisors as well as his missing front teeth – 2D mumbled simply, "No, y'didn't wake me up. I w's gonna try'n get some sleep, but fat's just cuz I like naps " Naps often made the pain in his head subside, something that he otherwise only got from consuming quite a lot of poppy seeds.

At Felicity's next question, the serval eagerly nodded his head, wondering what had been said about he and Murdoc. Were they the talk of the town already? Murdoc would be pleased to hear that, considering he kept going on and on about wanting to "make it big" – whatever that really meant. Regardless, 2D chirped helpfully, "Yeah, m'one of th'new people! M'name's Twodimensional, but y'c'n call me 2D instead." 2D was just easier for everyone, including himself, truthfully. Hearing someone call out the mouthful that was "Twodimensional" hardly registered in his mind these days. The blue male wasn't given much time to dwell on this, however, because Felicity was already asking him more questions. Questions he was happy to answer, really, he liked the attention well enough. "Ah, I was sleepin' outside 'cause I like th'way the sun feels on m'fur." He then tilted his head to one side, looking faintly amused as he continued, "And m'accent? I can't really say where it comes from. I've just always talked this way, 'cause that's 'ow my parents talked, 'n' it just comes naturally... doesn't your accent come naturally too?" 2D's own cockney accent basically went unnoticed by himself now, but he could see how it would be difficult to others. After all, it became harder to understand someone when letter sounds kept dropping from their words, and every th became a fff.

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If 2D had known that Felicity couldn't remember Murdoc's name, he probably would've been pretty amused. With the canine's constant goal of becoming "big and important," he probably would've been furious at the mere thought of someone not knowing his full name. And while 2D certainly cared about Murdoc – enough to follow him all the way here, anyways – he had to admit that it was pretty funny to watch the other's fury when he felt he was wrong. Granted, it wasn't quite as funny when it was directed at you. The serval found himself eagerly nodding as his name was repeated, before his tail swung down to curl around his paws, a purr leaving his throat, "Oh, Videogames? Yeah, I've met 'im. 'E was fere when Murdoc 'n' I joined. 'E seems real nice... I didn't know 'e 'ad another name, though! Guess it's kinda like 2D... since s'shorter 'n' everyfink." Felix was a nice name, and certainly one that would probably be easier for his damaged mind to remember. Hopefully the other wouldn't be too offended if he used it instead of Videogames, though.

He was getting a bit off track however, and thankfully Felicity was here to remind him of what they were talking about in the first place. When he was questioned about where he was from, he felt a sort of childlike giddiness in his chest, mainly because it wasn't a question he heard often. He didn't really hear any questions all that much before this, considering he had been a loner and then the constant companion of Murdoc, but his old home was certainly not a topic that came up very often. Spreading out his blue paws in front of him, the singer made a motion somewhat akin to a shrug before he spoke, "My 'ome? Well, m'not sure where exactly it was, location wise. I know fere where lotsa trees 'round where I lived, 'n' my parents were obviously servals. But m'mum always just told me I was a loner, so I never fought t'ask much more. Sorry if fat isn't very 'elpful... maybe m'parents came from off th'island? Fat would explain th'accents, wouldn't it?" He really wasn't explaining that much, was he? He could only hope that Felicity wouldn't get too angry at him for his vague answers, he supposed.