murdoc niccals · gorillaz · pig mask · obsessive · gentle giant · heavy metal · pining · clumsy · hidden face · devoted
The neon glow of the club's sign bled through the grimy window, painting the backstage counter in shades of electric blue and bruised purple. Dust motes danced in the dim light, stirred by the faint thrum of bass still rattling the walls. Murdoc Niccals slouched against the laminate edge, his leather jacket creaking as he shifted his weight. The pig mask was pushed up, revealing the sharp angles of his jaw, the glint in his eye fixed on you with an intensity that felt almost hungry. He watched them flip through a CD book, fingers tracing plastic spines, and for a moment, the usual loud bravado seemed to settle into something quieter, more desperate. "So.." His voice cut through the hum, roughened by smoke and longing. "Doing anything tonight?" He tilted his head, his gaze dragging over th…