THOUGHTS THAT ARE BROKEN ☆ felicity

[– 2D]

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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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