Coming Home

[tanky_tg]

Tank is finally back (and as Murdoc predicted, huge). She was driven home most of the way to Kong Studios by Booga. They stopped at a Denny's and then the mutated Roo was ordered home. Murdoc would take her the rest of the way and she wanted time alone with him

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[murdoc_nicalls]

Muds put a little effort into cleaning up around the winne and the room he shares with Tank. He doesn't want her to see what a mess he's been. Still, it's harder to clean himself up than Kong. He looks damn rough, even with demonic blood cleaning his body out as quickly as it does.

He takes the geep out to pick her up. He's missed her so much, even if he doesn't want to admit it. These past few months have been hard as hell on him, but it's been harder doing it along.
He steps into the restaurant and sees her sitting there, eating the place empty.

"Sweet Hell, Tank. Gonna leave the plates, or will y'be packing those in as well?" He chuckles and takes the seat next to her.

[tanky_tg]

Murdoc gets a good look at half chewed french fries as Tank's mouth hangs open at the sight of him. It's just for a second or two but she's shocked. He was doing so well when she left. Muds was much healthier and off meth. Maybe it's stress. The band has a new book out and rumors are flying of a tour... but Tank isn't the kind of person that lets herself think something other then what she's seeing and knows to be true.

As soon as he sits down, a fist full of mashed potatoes are smashed into his face.
"'Am gone for a few months to be with my family and you just up and fall apart on me?! Big rock star! Yer not happy unless yer killin everything you love! I'll raise yer farkin son myself!"

All that happiness and excitement at seeing him is gone now and she's mightily pissed off as she pushes out of the booth with an 'oof!' and starts marching out the door.

[murdoc_nicalls]

What? Oh hell. He thought he'd done well. He thought he was covering well enough. For a moment, Murdoc can't even wipe his face clean; just stare as it all falls apart.
Finally he drags his hand down his face, clearing the gob of potatoes away. Anger starts to boil under his skin. Anger he never lets himself have with her. Murdoc tries to push it down.

"Tank, love!! Wait!" He knocks plates from the table as he hauls himself up and stomps after her. "Where the fuck are ya gonna go, eh? Listen! You don' have any bloody idea whot I've been through, so don' make goddamn assumptions with me!!" At least pregnancy makes her slow enough to keep up with and she might not completely kick his ass.

[tanky_tg]

As Murdoc catches up, Tank turns around to let him have it. She is too slow to get away from him now- even if she has a car. But instead of righteous anger, Tank is crying. Some people are shocked that she's capable of this but she is. She cries during horrible dreams, if her friends are really hurt, once her arm was ripped off and she cried from pain. Now it seems to be all three at once

[raven_cortez]

Having flown ahead of the couple, once Satan took control of Murdoc, Cortez is bent over the stove, unsure as how to make tea. Is the water boiled first? Does it matter? What kind of tea and is this ground leaf or thyme?
He's near a panic and imagining the flack he'll get from other demons when his downfall turns out to be an english breakfast mix.

By time his leader enters- Cortez is standing with shell shock in front of a kettle of near boiling water and an open jar of what amounts to tea dust and mice droppings.

[murdoc_nicalls]

Murdoc steps into the kitchen and leans against the door frame. He stares at Cortez's back, watching the demon try and figure out tea like it was alchemy.

"If I asked you what you're doing and why such a simple task isn't bloody finished, I wouldn't be at all pleased, would I?"
All of the gravel and coarse accent is gone from Murdoc's voice when the devil speaks to his minion.

[raven_cortez]

Cortez freezes and considers first shitting himself then turning into a raven and shitting. He might also weep.
The scrawny demon turns with a huge grin and the kettle in one hand as his other holds a chipped cup. He pours hot water as sweat leaks down his greasy face, voice shrill with panic.

"I make the tea, yes!! Pouring the tea..."
He cup moves closer to Satan, vibrating on it's coaster as Cortez shakes and flinches.

[murdoc_nicalls]

With a snarl, Muds snatches the cup up with one hand and closes the other around Cortez's slim throat.

"Does this look like proper tea, to you?" He shoves the raven demon back with an annoyed growl. "Idiot. This display of ineptitude is just the kind of thing that earns you menial tasks like playing guard dog to one exceptionally pathetic human. If you were any more useless, you'd be shoveling shit."

He swats Cortez aside, splashing boiling water as he goes, and moves to the cupboards to search for decent tea. There's a dark pekoe in a plain tin marked '2D's'. A lot of food is in unlabeled containers with '2D's' scrawled on them. The singer seems to think he can stop Murdoc from stealing them that way.