Today is a showering day. They happen sometimes. So, Murdoc is just finishing drying off when he hears his brother screaming for him. He searches his mind for what he might have done wrong, but can't think of anything. He didn't burn anything, he didn't leave used condoms out, he doesn't remember using the last of anything in the fridge or breaking anything.
"GIMME A MINUTE, ASSHOLE!"
It's clearly not justified screaming, so he's not going to run. He tries to make his hair lay down, but that's its own arduous adventure and will have to wait. He pulls his boxers back on and wanders to the kitchen. Much as he wishes he could, he just can't ignore urgency in Hannibal's voice, so he doesn't take long. He grabs a pack of cigarettes and a lighter off of the kitchen counter and lights up.
Han's looking rather stricken by the time Muds gets in the kitchen, but he hasn't managed to get up from his chair. He can't seem to move all that well, and there's a vague tightness in his chest.
"You didn't do nothin..." He sighs and holds out the piece of paper to his brother, hand shaking slightly.
Once he seas his brother's face. Murdoc realizes this is serious. He takes the note and leans against the counter, reading the girl's neat handwriting over and over. His brows furrow as he reads and his eyes sting.
"Jesus..."
He slams the note down on the counter and stares at the floor. This is all he needed. The little jap was so damn secretive and now she's run off to do something dangerous and won't tell them where.
The slam makes him flinch and he hunches, wrapping his arms around himself. "When we were sleeping, I guess." His voice is shaking and rather small. "I should...should've stayed up. O-Or got up earlier or somethin... Stopped her somehow."
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"GIMME A MINUTE, ASSHOLE!"
It's clearly not justified screaming, so he's not going to run. He tries to make his hair lay down, but that's its own arduous adventure and will have to wait. He pulls his boxers back on and wanders to the kitchen. Much as he wishes he could, he just can't ignore urgency in Hannibal's voice, so he doesn't take long. He grabs a pack of cigarettes and a lighter off of the kitchen counter and lights up.
"What'd I do?!"
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"You didn't do nothin..." He sighs and holds out the piece of paper to his brother, hand shaking slightly.
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"Jesus..."
He slams the note down on the counter and stares at the floor. This is all he needed. The little jap was so damn secretive and now she's run off to do something dangerous and won't tell them where.
"...When do you think she left?"
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