Back to binge watching my favourite TV show, Z nation. I can't express how much I absolutely loveeee this show. It makes me very very happy 🥰 And Murphy is soooo fine 😍😍
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It's crazy how zn main character and world savior is a certified villian
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Heyy! If you’re still looking for a prompt for your writing would you write something Z Nation? Preferably Murphy & 10k (not as a ship tho, purely platonic). I find their relationship hilarious with their bickering and ‘hate’ for each other. If you fancied writing something to do with that I would love you!🖤
Hey!! Omg, thank you so much. Their relationship is hilarious to me, too.
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Click.
10k quirks a brow, but pays the noise no mind as the continues wiping down the scope of his rifle. Deep in thought, he bites his lower lip as he squints at the scope.
Click.
He frowns, but keeps to his task. He tries to drown it out.
Click.
Nope, he’s not going to look up.
Click.
No, not going to –
Click.
10k snaps his head up, whipping it around to where the other man is continuing to pry open the tiny shell in his hand. His brows drawn in frustration, he doesn’t notice 10k glaring at him from across the fireplace.
“Can you maybe, just maybe stop for a single second? Maybe?”
Murphy looks up from his task of trying to pry a nut shell open with a dull knife, his brows drawn in irritation.
“I’m not doing anything!”
10k grips his rifle tightly. They hold their glare for several seconds, neither one of them willing to look away. Finally, Murphy speaks.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend to go flounder of to or something?”
“Shut up, Murphy.”
He scoffs. “What is this, grade school? I asked a simple question.”
10k bares his teeth.
“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do. But she’s out gathering food and being useful. Unlike some people.”
Murphy scowls, but says nothing else. Willing to drop the subject for now, 10k goes back to cleaning his rifle scope with a roll of his eyes.
Click.
10k sets his rifle down, and picks up one of the nuts off the grass. Placing it in the small pocket of his slingshot, he takes aim and fires the small object directly at Murphy’s forehead. It flies through the air, striking Murphy directly in the forehead. He yelps in pain, toppling over to his back in a flurry of limbs and thrashing arms as 10k stands up. Against Murphy’s thick skull, the nut had cracked right open. 10k picks it up off the ground and smiles as he plops it into his mouth.
“Guess your thick skull is good for something after all, Murphy,” he muses. Whistling under his breath, he walks briskly away, leaving Murphy stunned on the grass behind him.
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