~~ 3 weeks later and back at home ~~
After the tedious arguing and yelling, the group made it back to Essex in no time. The bassist tried hard to get 2D's attention. He'd made terrible remarks to him and Lucinda due to him being drunk. It wasn't working for 2D, he'd just rather not hear anymore of it. When back at Kong, the younger of the two stormed off to his room, Lucinda in arms, leaving Murdoc to wallow in his own anger. Russel and Noodle were left to unpack their equipment, wondering what was wrong with the others.
2D kicked a can on the floor and growled. "Va fuck does 'e fink 'e is?!" Lucinda just watched him pace from her play pen. It was interesting to watch, but she wanted her daddy right now. "Dada..Dada.." The singer looked at her with an expression of pure confusion. Why on Earth would she want to spend time with a man who hardly pays attention to her. He sat on the bed and thought, a hand subconsciously going to his stomach. Lucinda. This unborn child. Why was this happening to him? He loved Lucinda, don't get him wrong. He just..didn't understand why this was happening to HIM of all people. That music video would come out and he'd see himself as skinny. No doubt they'd make him look stick thin, but that was how he used to look before this happened again. "God..." He looked up at the ceiling in his attempt to connect with anything spiritual. "...Why?" He hissed and nearly threw a temper tantrum had he not had Lucinda in the room with him. Be somewhat of a good example. Oh, how he wanted to just...relax like he u+sed to. What was the harm? Fuck it, he'd do it.
The green skinned man boiled in pure rage. Why was he so angry? He had no clue, but he was sure there was a reason, and he would find it. Putting his cigarette out, the Satanist looked over at the open cabinet, watching Cortez sleep in his nest. "Hn..." He scoffed at how cozy he looked. Fucking bird, life's easy when you're an animal. "Hn. Lazy Raven." He tossed a can of White Light at the bird, causing him to squawk and fly out of the cupboard. "BRAWK!" His eyes seemed to glow red. "Shiiiite, calm down, Cort. You sleep all day anyway." The Raven fluffed up his feathers and went over to the table, picking up Murdoc's pack of Cigarettes. "...WHOA. Hey! Don't ya dare do anything with those!" He got up and watched as Cortez flew right out the open window. "...Fuck." Slipping his boots back on, the bassist charged out the door, almost toppling down the 2 concrete steps. "GRRR!" Darting after the bird, he followed him down to 2D's room, stopping at the smell of smoke. At first he didn't notice because he was so used to it. "...Wot the fuck?"
He went down the first flight of stairs to the basement, completely forgetting about Cortez. "Stu?" Hearing a quick shuffle and a door closing caused Murdoc to get riled up. "2D, open the door!" The bassist saw the smoke and cigarette butts in front of 2D's door. "...Don't make me come in there, Stu." Murdoc finally had enough and backed up, getting ready to ram his way into the room. Suddenly, the stairwell was lit up as the door opened. "...!!" Murdoc halted his actions and glared at the singer. "Wot issit, Muds--AGH!" He was yanked out of the room and the door was slammed shut. "Va fuck d'ya fink yer doin'?!" He pulled himself away from Murdoc and grumbled. "You smokin'?" 2D leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "So wot if I am?" The two engaged in a glare-off. "..." Finally, the bluenette spoke, his face softening. "Since when did ya start carin' wot I did anyway? Hm?" Under the black fringe, Murdoc's eyebrows twitched in quiet anger as he stayed quiet, letting 2D talk. "Ya 'ardly care about Lucinda anyway! Why does it matter wot I do wif va one vat isn't even born yet?! YOU DON' CARE!"
The Satanist's hand quickly reached out and yanked the singer's hair, throwing his head back until it was level with the wall. "...Don't you ever say I don't care! Got it?! I put up with this shit because I care! I put up with your whiny arse because I CARE. That weird lisp of yours, I PUT UP WITH IT!--" 2D interrupted. "VAT'S YER OWN FAULT! YA KNOCKED MY BLOODY TEEF OUT!" With one giant heave, the pregnant singer was on the floor, curling up into a ball and rubbing his head. "Nn.." When he felt a boot on his side, he tensed up, knowing what was happening. "M-Mu'doc. Stop. Now." This got a chuckle from the older man. "I don't care? D. I do care. Yer still in my band. Still here and with me. You have a daughter and another kid on the way. Two of which I never planned on having. It's hard to keep this from everyone! Wot would happen if people knew? Confusion and a decrease in fans. Is that wotcha want?!" 2D chose not the say anything, but just simply crawl away.
Just as Murdoc was about to grab at him, a pack of cigarettes fell onto Murdoc's head, causing slight confusion. "Wot the- Cortez?" The bassist looked up in time to see Cortez fly right at him. Instinctively, he ducked and backed away from 2D. "Grr! Wot the fuck, Cortez?!" The Raven landed right in front of the singer and stared at Murdoc with bright red eyes. "Brrraaawwwk." 2D looked up and blinked a few times, trying to make sense of the situation. Was Cortez protecting him? Murdoc growled and stood up, not caring one way or the other. "Stuart. Get yer arse over here, now." The singer just stood up and went right into his room, looking at Cortez once more before closing the door. "Sod off." The door then slammed shut. Right when Murdoc took a step, Cortez fluffed out his wings and prepared to attack. Why was his bird going against him. "He's MY husband." Cortez stayed in the same spot, not moving an inch. "FUCK. Wotever." No point in fighting with his bird, he'd just wait. Taking a cigarette out of his box, he walked away, lighting it. The raven slowly lowered his wings, watching his owner leave the stairwell. Hearing the door behind him, Cortez turned and saw 2D's head poking out. "Cort...fanks, mate." He smiled softly at the bird before closing the door.
Kicking the bottles out of his way, Murdoc set a book down in the middle of his Winnebago, lighting candles around it. "Hn.." He looked through the books at what appeared to be spells. "Maybe I can mess Lucifer's shite up. No more kids after this...I'll be sure of it..." His red eye seemed to glow as he worked on his reading, whispering to himself.