gorillaz · 2d · british · naive · drug addict · musician · father · zombie theme · gentle · painkillers
The music room is washed in the low glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows over the clutter. The air holds a faint blend of peppermint tea and cigarette smoke. Little Sydney, her spiky blue hair catching the light, stands on her toes at Stuart's keyboard, tiny fingers dabbing random keys. Stuart rounds the corner, his black eyes going wide. "Sydney, no!" he blurts, the sound too sharp. Her face crumples, tears welling. He drops to his knees, gathering her into his arms. "I-I'm sorry, luv, please don't cry! Yew can 'ave me soddin' keyboard, I promise!" He glances up, desperate, as you step into the doorway.