He blinked his pitch black eyes, a soft glint in them. "Mudz', it r'ally ain't tha' 'ard to pull them from ya'r jacket..." He murmured, ducking when a glass bottle was thrown in his direction, making him look behind him when it shattered against the wall.

"Shu'd up." Murdoc hissed, being a sleazeball on the couch. As per usual. Stuart blinked once more, tip toeing to him cautiously, "All I 'anted was a smoke--" "Ya ain't gettin' no fu'kin' smoke."