“Loved the outfit, Noods,” Russel joked when she came down the stairs. “What’s it called? 2D-Chic?”
“Ha-ha,” she replied heading to the laundry on a frantic search for a specific item. “Did any of you see my Vulgar shirt?”
“Luv, you have a lot of vulgar shirts,” Murdoc replied stopping by the door. She gave him the finger.
“I’m serious, it completes the look!”
Shrugging, Murdoc stepped away. The shirt wasn’t there and she tucked at the collar of the one she was wearing, D’s T-Virus very old shirt, trying to think of alternatives. On the corner of her eyes she saw 2D coming from the kitchen, and…
“How do I look?”