[Really, now? You're seriously questioning his ability to find a good fuck spot? He, who once schooled you in this very subject? Remember the restricted section, Murdoc. Fucking. Remember. It.]

Not in this muggle century.

[You insulted his shades, and yet you don't see him flying off the handle. Even though that does get to him slightly. He likes his shades, goddamn it.]

Because. Stop getting so pissy, Jesus Christ. Is it so wrong that I want a day where I don't get fucking stared at? It's already gonna happen anyway, since I'm not gonna be wearing my shades. [For you.] So the least you could do is compromise a little and not be such a diva.

[They're in his quarters now, and he pulls them over to his closet, opening the door. It's nothing too large, but it's big enough that the two of them can walk in it if they don't mind being a little cramped. At a glance, it seems pretty average. Lots of white polos, and other shirts of varying colours. On closer inspection, there are a few things you don't ever see Bro wearing that look a bit different than what would normally wear. Mostly because he buys them and never wears them, because what is fashion. It's easier to just wear simple things.]