we are still humanz(hiatus)

;;I wasn’t on for my best boy’s bday but man…I had finals and I’m just dead :c

@ask-a-noodle-doodle I’m sorry I’m being so slow

I'll reply soon!

;;Hiya. Unless you're the rp partner, please don't reblog my rp threads.

| Not once does it register to him that Noodle had just broken in to their home. A lot of stuff around here was broken. What made the window any different? No, he was much more focused on the prize in her hands, that glorious pink box. Two, three for now, maybe one for later, and no doubt would he bewing some tea for his own stupidity. But it wasn’t like him to think ahead, or to think really too much at all. 

“Oh yeh, I been hearin’ ‘at meself. Lotsa complaints, like we took too long in the studio, it don’t sound like us, I ain’t singin’ enough, you ain’t playin’ enough...” His voice trails off. “We do the best we can though.” Which, all in all, was good enough for him. Critics went in one ear and out the other, like the questions he never caught from interviewers. How many times had he embarrassed himself now? Didn’t matter. He was having fun with it, Gorillaz was back, and essentially, he didn’t think there was anything to complain about (except maybe the fact his therapist keeps saying “Stockholm Syndrome”-- whatever that meant).

Before he can think, Noodle swipes a doughnut, and of course it’s the most colorful of the bunch, the first to catch his eye. He gives her a look but is quickly enticed by a chocolate one anyways.

“Save the glazed ones fo’ Russ,” he says, reminding himself more than her, really. “He likes ‘em best.” |