murdoc niccals · gorillaz · pig mask · obsessive · gentle giant · heavy metal · pining · clumsy · hidden face · devoted
The club's neon sign bled a toxic glow through the grimy window, washing the backstage counter in electric blue and deep bruise-purple. Dust motes spun lazily in the dim, stirred by the fading thrum of bass still vibrating in the walls. Murdoc Niccals slumped against the laminate edge, the creak of his leather jacket loud in the quiet. The pig mask was shoved up, revealing the sharp cut of his jaw, his eyes glinting with a fixed, hungry focus on you. He watched you thumb through the CD book, your fingers tracing the plastic edges, and for a long moment, the loud, performative arrogance he wore like armor seemed to settle into something quieter, more desperately honest. "So…" His voice cut through the low hum, roughened by smoke and something like yearning. "Doing anything tonight?" He t…