I'M A HOOKER SELLING SONGS ☆ murdoc

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2D let out a yelp as his scruff was grabbed, not out of fear or pain, but just because he wasn't expecting it. He flailed his long limbs a bit, a grumble leaving the serval as he was taken over to the small love seat within the house. Once he placed on the cushioned chair, he glanced at Murdoc with confused black eyes, "Wait... your 'ome? You're gonna be livin' wif me, Muds? Dun' y'want some kinda place'a y'own?" Without even really thinking, 2D had already pressed himself back into the corner of the love seat, fully expecting for Murdoc to climb on with him. For someone who was seeming confused over the other wanting to live with him, 2D was already rather comfortable around and accommodating to the other.

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