make it happen -- Stellar Collision Festival

[– 2D]

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Getting used to the fact that people really wanted to know things about him here was still an adjustment that 2D was struggling somewhat with. A life of lonerhood and then having his only companion be one canine had made it so that 2D was used to babbling off random nonsense, but never particularly used to being listened to. That wasn't to say that Murdoc never listened to him, or even that Murdoc discouraged him from speaking. It was just that 2D was usually the one to initiate things, and that was how he figured it would be for the rest of his life. If he wanted to talk, he needed to put himself out there and press on, even if his words didn't always get across to others. Perhaps the singer's passion was a little misguided there, but most of his life lessons thus far had been turned on their heads by how Elysium operated thus far, so what was one more? He had already seen Rin return his nod with a slightly more enthusiastic one in response to his frantic waving, but he honestly hadn't been expecting the magna to come over and try to initiate conversation with him. He'd been tipping back one of the non-alcoholic drinks when Rin spoke up, the feline's words causing him to pause and bring the mug down from his muzzle.

How was Murdoc doing? That was... a difficult question to answer. Despite the fact that 2D woke up every morning to the canine basically beside him, and returned to him every night, that didn't make it any easier to read the other's emotions. Murdoc had always been the more intelligent and conniving of the two of them, and while some might've just seen him as deceitful, 2D had always held some amount of admiration for the mountain dog. It was because of this admiration that the serval always went along with his plans, and why he had followed him all the way here to Elysium. However, needless to say, it was sometimes difficult to read him, whether it be his plans or the emotions that should've been written out plainly on his face. Hell, 2D honestly still didn't know why they had even ended up in Elysium – unaware that it had simply been the last destination of his and Murdoc's aimless wandering. With all of this in mind, the serval shrugged his shoulders and grinned crookedly as he answered Rin, "'E's doin' alright, I s'pose. Fe 'ole time I've ever known 'im, 'e's never really been fe most sociable type, so fat's why y'won't see 'im around too much. Still, 'e likes it 'ere! Finks it's 'cold as bollocks', fough." Murdoc certainly did have a unique way with words. That was one trait that 2D found he didn't admire about the canine all that much, honestly.

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