Mud-D/2Doc Move Your Goddamn Bag

It was the midst of the afternoon in London. A busy train station is filled with people, and a blue haired man. He drags his luggage of clothing in one hand and his keyboard case in another. It was rush hour in the bustling station, which made 2-D irritable. He hates being late, but hates crowds even more. He reached to loading area to look at the schedule for today's rides.

London to Bristol- 2.5 hours. Departing in- 15 minutes

"Shit." 2-D cursed to himself as he regathered himself and ran done his his train. As he boarded on the train, a conductor passes by and asked for his ticket. He fumbled with his pockets before pulling out a wrinkled train ticket. The old conductor huffed and punched a hole through the ticket and left. 2-D pushed his way through the congested rail car to find a spot. He finds one right across an older man sounded asleep. Excited, he nestled his bag above him with struggle. He hopped a good number of times getting his bags up. 2-D lets out a mighty sigh in relief, finally set to sit down. Before so, a heavy black luggage was in his way. Covered with stickers and scratches, it reads "Property of Murdoc Niccals, DON'T MOVE. 666"

2-D frowned as he knew it was rude to move ones stuff without permission, but he saw the so-called Murdoc past out. 'He must of had a rough day.... It will only take a second.' His hand reached out to lighty tapped on the man's shoulder. Murdoc snored and turned away at the prodding. 2-D tried again with a little more force, but soon was close to shaking him before Murdoc rose from his sleep. "Aight! Who the fuck woke me up?" he grumbled as he sat up from his slouching position. "Um... do you mind moving your bag? I would like that seat." 2-D stuttered a bit as he saw Murdoc's sleepy face. He wasn't all for "love at first sight", but this was an exception. Murdoc raises his lip a bit at 2-D and grimaced, "Hell no I won't for some bugger." and turned away from the blushing boy.

2-D didn't want to try to be nice to Murdoc stranger, he wasn't in the mood. After being nearly late to his train, carrying heavy luggage at the last minute, and let alone sitting next to a rude stranger for nearly 3 hours; 2-D will not have it. "I said, move your goddamn bag! Or I will myself!" He huffed and threaten his hand to grab the luggage. Murdoc looked over without turning his head and cocked an eyebrow. As much as he hated being yelled at and told what to do, he guess this blue haired boy knows how to put his control to use. "Fine." He reaches over and grabs his bag and stretches his hand out for 2-D to sit. 2-D nodded and sat down without looking at Murdoc. He sits back and crosses his legs, his eyes wander up and down 2-D frail body. He lets out a deep chuckle and drifted back to sleep.

Half way through the train ride, 2-D thought it would be a disaster to be in the same radius with Murdoc. But he grew to his annoying snoring and the occasional conversation. With the small amount of time Murdoc has been awake, they learn some much about each other. They even figured out they were going to same area in Bristol. Couple more hours later the train pulls to a stop. "Last stop, Bristol." an aging speaker announces their last stop of the day. The men helped with each other with their bags and made haste out of the train. The caught a clearing through the crazy train station. "Welp, as much as I hated your guts, you weren't too bad kid." Murdoc laughed as 2-D stands awkwardly. "Geez Muds, thanks I guess." Mudroc smirked at the new pet name. He searched through his back pocket for a pen and grabbed 2-D's hand. 2-D was hesitant, but let's the older man scribble on his hand. "Call me when you need a ride on something else." Mudroc waved off with another chuckle, leaving 2-D dumbfounded.

"A ride on what?"