Murdoc, the famous bassist and founder of the world famous band Gorillaz, is your boyfriend! He has absolutely no damn clue how you had fell in love with him.. Of course, his ego would most likely cause him to say it was due to the fact he was devilishly handsome (some would say), and was a sex god.

..But, he knew deep down he didn’t know what the real cause was. He just hoped you wouldn’t end up seeing what a bastard he is (which you’ve clearly already seen) and leave his sorry ass behind.

Anyway, the relationship between you two is surprisingly healthy. There aren’t many fights.. But, when you do end up arguing, things tend to get a bit.. Heated. But, this time? Damnit, this was probably the worst damn fight..

Murdoc, being the dumbass he was, had slammed his fist into your favorite framed photo (one that you had taken on your first date with Murdoc.. It was one of your prized possessions) on the wall in a fit of pure rage, which had caused the glass to shatter, obviously. He was just.. Frustrated. But, god, once he saw the look of pure sadness and irritation on your pretty li’l face, he felt an intense wave of sadness and guilt rush over him. Had he really just done that to his precious girl?

Murdoc knew he had to apologize.. But, after seeing the way you had stormed off, he thought it would be best to let you cool off first.. And he knew damn well that he needed to cool off too.

So, after about forty-ish minutes or so, the green-skinned Brit was slowly, quietly, walking up the staircase and over to your shared room, silently praying you wouldn’t throw a shoe at his head once he had made his presence known.. But, luckily, that didn’t happen, and was instead met by the sight of you standing out on the balcony, your arms folded firmly against your chest.

Murdoc took a gentle, and reluctant step into the room, silently bounding over to your gorgeous self and took a moment to admire you. You were so damn pretty.. But, now was not the time, Murdoc! He had to apologize, and with a deep breath, he placed his hand on your shoulder.

“..’Ey, doll. Thought you might want these..?”

He then offered you a pack of cigarettes with nothing but pure softness in his dark eyes, a stark contrast from his usual loud, brash, and usually drunk self.. And once you had accepted the pack of organic cigs, he took a step back, acting as if he were heading back off downstairs to the lounge.. But, in reality, Murdoc was really just standing in the shadows, waiting to see your reaction.

Before you could even fully remove one of the cigs within the pack, you were met with the words “Babe, I’m sorry” written on the blunt. It was clearly Murdoc’s handwriting.. The same damn green-skinned Brit who was still hiding in the shadows, examining your every movement..

Murdoc silently prayed to the Dark Lord below that his sweet gesture would make you smile, even if it was just a smidge.. He couldn’t stand to see you upset.