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[Murdoc drops it when he does, following the unspoken rule of not persuing an issue when it's greeted with silence. It doesn't matter right now, anyway. Dirk is content to go shadeless and he's more than happy to accompany him and scowl at anyone who dares give him strange looks.

He tilts his head to the side as Dirk trails off, giving him a curious but unimpressed look. He's not CERTAIN where his mind is going, but he has an idea.]

As you wish. [He says, not bothering to check if Dirk has left the room before stripping out of his clothing. He's finding Dirk's determination so terribly adorable.

He's quite slow to change, mostly because he's fussing. He's managed to dig up a reasonably attractive non orange scarf to accompany his outfit, but he refuses to leave his boots. He assumes Dirk's feet are a different size anyway, if that saying is true.

Finally, he slinks out of Dirk's room feeling incredibly uncomfortable and awkward in clothes that aren't his.]

Have you ever actually worn any of this? [He asks, glancing down at his outfit.]

[No, shut up. He's not adorable. He's just trying to make sure they do something productive today, and you're really not making it easy.

Waiting, knowing Murdoc's a few feet away naked and only separated by a door, makes it even more difficult to resist the temptation. But he does. Miraculously he does. See? He's not such a horn dog that he can't reign it in. He's really rather proud of himself though. It did take a lot of effort.

He looks up when Murdoc finally leaves the closet, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. God. damn. Murdoc looks way better in Muggle clothes than he ever thought he possibly could.]

I... uh, no. Not really.

[Dirk's determination is endearing whether he likes it or not. Murdoc is surprisingly proud of his boyfriend, he must really want to go out if he's turning down so many fantastic opportunities for sex.

Murdoc is most certainly the type of man who prefers to stay in and shag rather than going out, but Dirk's excitement is rubbing off on him. Honestly, getting out of Hogwarts for a while sounds like a damn good idea.

He runs a hand through his hair as Dirk looks at him. He feels strange in these clothes, and he wants to deny the fact that they feel comfortable. He's trying not to stare at his reflection on any possible surface.]

What a pity. I'm sure you'd look gorgeous in somethin' other than that shirt and those pants.

[It's really hard for Bro not to stare at him, to be quite perfectly honest. But he's trying- he knows that Murdoc might take it as an insult if he looks just the wrong way. But damn. he rolls his eyes at Murdoc's comment, though.]

You always criticize the shit I wear. Have I ever said anything bad about the stuff you wear? Nope, so don't get all up in my grill about my polos.

[If he sounds grouchy, it's because it's taking a colossal effort not to jump his bones in that oufit.]

Anyway though, uh. You look good. We should go now.

[Murdoc smirks as he sees Dirk becoming grouchy, the two of them are so similar at times. So proud and easy to offend. Once that became obvious, it became easier for the two of them to better understand each other.

He closes the distance between them and smooths out Dirk's shirt, fixing his collar before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.]

Because you wear the same shit every day when you've got a closet full of perfectly functional clothes.

And you need not say anythin' bad about what I wear because there's nothin' wrong with my clothin'. [He pats his shoulder before stepping forward.]

C'mon then, let's go.

My clothes are not sh-

[You know what? He's just going to ignore it. Ignore it as best he can. It's really fucking hard to ignore that, though, because goddamn it he's really defensive over the stuff he wears sometimes. Why d'you think he wears simple shit in the first place? To avoid criticism. And also because it's just easier that way.]

Yeah, let's just go.

[He pushes past Murdoc, because screw you, he's gonna take the lead.

Also he's going to pointedly pop his collar back up when he's in Murdoc's sight, before stepping out the door as he begins heading towards the entrance hall.]

[Suddenly, Murdoc feels like he put his well dressed foot into his mouth. He feels guilty. This is meant to be Dirk's special day and he can't stop teasing him and fussing over it.

He lets Dirk walk ahead, sulking a bit as he does and burying his hands into his new coat pockets as he does. In fact, he's going to hunch a little. Yes, perfect, he is the perfect picture of a guilty, sulky man.

When they finally get to the entrance hall, he steps forward to bump his shoulder gently against Dirk's.]

You look gorgeous no matter what you wear.

[Two pouty looking men walking through the castle must be a pretty interesting sight. At least most people are too busy to really notice. As they make their way through the castle though, his annoyance abates as he starts thinking about it. Deep down, he knew Murdoc was kidding and that he doesn't mean anything by it. He shouldn't let it get to him, so just being pissy about it isn't going to accomplish anything.

So by the time that they make it and Murdoc speaks, he's in a better place and has realized he was being pretty dumb to have gotten irritated over it.]

Somebody's backtracking. [His tone is teasing though, and he just gives Murdoc a mischievous look out the corner of his eye.] I know you didn't mean it, no need to feel bad.

[He pushes the door to the castle open and steps out into the annoyingly chilled air. Fucking Christ he hates winter.]

[Murdoc already feels strange and judged in his muggle attire, he doesn't care if people think he looks pouty. Besides, he looks pouty on his good days, so he hasn't got much to worry about in that regard.

He returns the look with a wry smile, poking his side playfully.]

I never said you looked bad in what you wear, I said you could stand to wear somethin' else. There's a difference.

[He says with a small nod, stepping out after Dirk and bracing a little. His other clothes are warmer, damn it.]

Right, but you still called it shit. Not that I'm hung up over that or anything. I'm over it. We should talk about something else.

[As he speaks, he sets off in the direction of the castle gates, trying not to think about how fucking cold it actually is.]

Like what we're gonna do while we're out. I haven't really even decided. You got any ideas floating around that head of yours? I mean, I know Muggle London ain't really your area of expertise, but you gotta have something. Or we could just wing it.

Or I could take you to a strip club. [He makes sure Murdoc can't see the smirk that creeps across his face when he says that. His tone made him sound perfectly serious about that one.]

As I recall, you referred to it as shit in the first place. I was only echoing your sentiments.

[His tone is a little defensive, and he folds his arms over his chest. Only because it's freezing, of course. Not because he's sulking and pouting like a child.]

It's your birthday, Dirk. Don't you have any plans? [That comment earns him a raised eyebrow.] What makes you think I want to go to one?

[Alright so maybe Murdoc has a point, and said point leaves him without an argument to give, so he just ends up sighing and rolling his eyes, deciding to not even acknowledge that Murdoc said that. Instead, he's just going to focus on his minor little trolling attempt.]

Why wouldn't you wanna go to a strip club? They're awesome. I've DJ'd at some before- and that aside, you're a man. What kinda man wouldn't wanna go to a strip club, anyway?

A man with a boyfriend? [He shrugs a little.] It's your birthday, you're the one callin' the shots. [Which is to say he'll hate you forever if you choose it because he'd be so horribly jealous.]

Touche.

[He finally lets out the laugh he's been holding in, letting Murdoc know he's just joking.]

If you really think I would take you to a strip club, you're dumb.

[They've made it outside the gates by this point.] So you wanna do this the romantic way and hold hands or what?

[Murdoc rolls his eyes at the laugh, swatting Dirk on the chest in a vicious manner.]

I wouldn't put it past you, actually!!

[He exhales before reaching out to take Dirk's hands, guiding him forward so he can peck his cheek.] Let's be romantic.

[And guess who dodges? This guy, because you're too slow, bro.]

Of course you wouldn't. [He just smiles as Murdoc takes his hands and kisses back.] Good, I wouldn't have had it any other way.

[And with that, he moves so that they can turn on the spot, disapparating them so that they appear in an alleyway in downtown London.]

[W h a t e v e r. He scowls as Dirk dodges.]

Then my reaction is understandable and not at all ridiculous.

[He squeezes his hands before they disapparate, wobbling a little as they arrive (holding hands while doing it is new to him) but not seeming all that put out by it. He glances around the alley curiously, not looking impressed by it.]

[Bro isn't used to apparating while holding hands with someone either, and it's a little more disorienting than normal. But good. Because holding hands just makes everything better by default. Once settled, he looks around. They're somewhere in the middle of London, if the sound of traffic and people is anything to go by. He doesn't notice Murdoc's expression as he moves toward the street, pulling Murdoc along by his hand.]

C'mon, I'm not entirely sure where we are, but that's half the fun.

[Murdoc lets himself be pulled along. He looks around the alley and he's as curious as he is. well. unimpressed. He's waiting for it to look better.

He steps out toward the street as Bro pulls and looks around. Okay, he takes back being unimpressed. In fact, he looks a little bewildered by everything. The cars, the lights, the signs and the people. It's all so new to him. He can hardly verbalise a response, so he mutters in a soft voice:]

Muggles.

[Bro stops on the street so that he can get his bearings. Okay, he's preeetty sure he knows where they are. There should be plenty of shit to do around here. It's when he hears Murdoc speak that he turns to face him, not really having caught what he said. He catches that bewildered expression and just grins.]

Is this your first time being in a place like this?

[Murdoc's attention snaps from all of the damn lights and back to Dirk as he speaks. He tries to be subtle about edging closer to him. It's not that he's scared, but he doesn't feel right here. It's like being closer to Dirk will somehow make him fit in properly.

He nods slowly, taking more reserved glances around the street.]

I've never seen anythin' like it.

[He notices Murdoc edging closer, and subconsciously he places a hand at the small of Murdoc's back in an effort to be comforting. He's starting to be able to tell that it's a lot for Murdoc to handle, and he half wonders just how fucking sheltered Murdoc's been all his life to have never seen Muggle London.]

You get used to it eventually.

[His hand moves from Murdoc's back to take him by the hand, twining their fingers together so that he can pull Murdoc along.]

C'mon, let's go.

[Instinctively, Murdoc shifts closer as Bro places a hand on his back. He's a big boy, he doesn't need to be protected! But he can't help feeling intimidated enough to shift into Bro's protective radius. Being as subtle as possble about it, of course.

He squeezes his hand, trying not to be so distracted. It's Dirk's day and the focus should be on him.]

Where to?

I'm not actually sure. But we should be able to-

[He stops, because at that moment, his eyes catch sight of a movie theater, and his eyes go wide.]

Oh damn. Oh damn. Murdoc, have you ever seen a movie? Because I suddenly know what we're gonna do today.

[Murdoc cocks his head to the side as Bro trails off, he narrows his eyes as the other man widens them. In his head he's thinking over horrible scenarios, but what Bro comes up with...doesn't seem all that bad.]

No, I can't say I have. Those.. are the moving pictures with sound, aren't they?

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