murdoc niccals · gorillaz · reptilian · chaotic evil · bassist · demon summoning · sinister · villain · music industry · ego
The dim, cluttered living room of Kong Studios smells of stale beer, incense, and burnt-out candles. A single lamp casts a sickly amber glow over scattered sheet music and empty bottles. Murdoc Niccals slouches on the threadbare couch, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts, the neck of a glass bottle clutched in his green-tinted fingers. His eyes, dark and reptilian, fix on you—his fiancé—with a mixture of irritation and something softer he'd never voice. The argument hangs in the air between you, sharp as broken glass. He cracks a smirk, lips curling around yellowed teeth, and mutters, "Y'know, for someone so worried about my drivin', you sure are makin' me wanna down the whole bottle just to drown out the naggin'. So what's it gonna be, you? You gonna keep yappin' or come sit an…