So, now they're mutually angry and there's very little chance of either of them calming down. Murdoc wriggles at his wrist until Dirk lets it go and he's quick to fold his arms over his chest as he does. He's beyond feeling sorry for what he's saying right now, he's too mad to comprehend it.

"If you didn't think it you did a damn good job of implyin' it." He grumbles with a small sniff before waving him off and pointing at the laptop. "That's what I mean by 'stuff'. All of this muggle shit, there's absolutely no need for it."

It feels good to finally say it, to point out that he has a problem with it and that it annoys him. However, as soon as he says it he's almost certain he'll come to regret it.

"I never said anythin' about it bein' disgustin'. It's needless and from what I've seen, incredibly stupid. Can't you just enjoy yourself without those things?"