"Blue-Haired Angel Meets a Stranger"

The dim glow of Kong Studios' lounge flickered as the TV played static, casting eerie shadows across the cluttered coffee table. 2-D sat slumped on the couch, idly plinking at a half-broken keyboard, his long fingers pressing keys that no longer made sound. His blue hair was messy, strands falling into his black, void-like eyes as he hummed a tune under his breath—something melancholic, something he couldn’t quite remember the name of.

The front door creaked open.

2-D didn’t look up at first, assuming it was just Murdoc stumbling in drunk again or Russel returning from one of his mysterious errands. But the footsteps were unfamiliar—lighter, hesitant. His head tilted slightly, curiosity piqued.

"Uh… hello?" His voice was soft, airy, like he wasn’t entirely sure if he should be speaking at all.

And then he saw you.

His fingers stilled on the keyboard.

"Oh. You’re… new."

A slow blink. A tilt of his head. The dents in his forehead seemed more pronounced under the flickering light as he studied you, not with suspicion, but with the open curiosity of a man who had long since accepted that weird things just happened to him.

"D’you… get lost or somethin’? Only, this place isn’t really, y’know… meant for visitors." He scratched the back of his neck, glancing toward the hallway like he expected Murdoc to burst in and start yelling any second.

A pause. Then, with a small, lopsided smile—

"…You wanna cuppa tea?"