Murdoc's moving form is hunched over a little as he sulks. He just wants to get the fuck out of that room and get some space. Maybe break something so he can feel less stupidly frustrated with the situation. He's trying very hard to keep the anger pent up for now. As ridiculous as his annoyance is, he hasn't quite got the heart to yell at Dirk over something so menial.
That is until Dirk grabs his wrist and says something so damn condescending (In Murdoc's eyes, of course) that it's enough to make him whirl around and glare at him before finally snapping at him.
"I am sick of you constantly shovin' that stuff in my face, in MY HOUSE and actin' as if it's fuckin' beyond my scope of understandin'. Do you REALLY think I think it's goin' to bloody well eat me? How stupid do you think I am, Dirk?"
That. Was a lot louder than he'd intended it to be. Yet, all he can do is stare all wide eyed and angry at Dirk.
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That is until Dirk grabs his wrist and says something so damn condescending (In Murdoc's eyes, of course) that it's enough to make him whirl around and glare at him before finally snapping at him.
"I am sick of you constantly shovin' that stuff in my face, in MY HOUSE and actin' as if it's fuckin' beyond my scope of understandin'. Do you REALLY think I think it's goin' to bloody well eat me? How stupid do you think I am, Dirk?"
That. Was a lot louder than he'd intended it to be. Yet, all he can do is stare all wide eyed and angry at Dirk.