Snippet #972721

The singer richocheted off the back wall of the lift as the satanic bassist practically threw him into it. He didn't register the pain too much because pain equaled Murdoc. It also equaled Murdoc giving a shit about 2D so he was okay with it. The blue haired male stood behind the bassist quietly, absently thinking about nothing of importance. His thoughts just kept flickering between things he'd done while he'd lived alone in Beirut. Truth be told, he hadn't even liked living by himself. 2D wanted to go back to his band and live with friends again because he was always so lonely in his small appartment. But, he'd refused the offer to come back because he didn't want to seem desperate to go back. The 32 year old smiled a sad smile; he was happy to be back with his best mate but he wan't happy that they weren't back yet. "I hope they come back," he thought to himself, sadness gripping at him tightly.