Bro opens his mouth to speak, but at first nothing comes out. That flabbergasted feeling is back and he doesn't know what the fuck to even say. But the more that Murdoc continues it's just slowly replaced by anger and indignation. He never expected anything like this from Murdoc. He knew that he often got exasperated with Muggle things, but for him to be so... venomous? It's not an easy pill to swallow and he just doesn't even know how to deal with this situation.

But one thing he knows is that despite the anger, he does feel hurt. But that's not showing in his eyes right now. Right now, it's the anger that's winning over, because he's just... mad. He can't believe this is a fucking conversation they're having.

"Have you forgotten the fact that I'm a muggleborn?" he finally manages to get out, "That you're basically insulting me right now? That you're being a huge fucking asshole over something really fucking stupid?" He just. shakes his head, turning away from Murdoc. "And really fuckin' closeminded, too. I ever ask you to live without your pureblood shit?" As he speaks, he crosses the room and rips open his bag, pulling out his shades.

Fuck not wearing them. When he turns back around, they're firmly on his face.

"You're acting like you're fuckin' better than me."