[ Dorian's about to talk some more and launch into a conversation about how really, there are so many more interesting things he can talk about instead of his narcissism, why doesn't he tell this woman about the time he was in a band, when it becomes very obvious that Margo isn't paying him the attention he feels he deserves. Which, rude.
He pouts for a moment, briefly opening his mouth to mention that honestly, she can at least pretend to give a shit about this exercise, when her question stops that train of thought entirely.
There are many different reasons why someone might ask 'what are you' to him. None of them are good. And so, Dorian plays dumb. He scrunches up his face in confusion, frowning as he looks over to Margo and answers, ]
I'm...Dorian? Honestly, I don't know how you want me to answer that.
no subject
He pouts for a moment, briefly opening his mouth to mention that honestly, she can at least pretend to give a shit about this exercise, when her question stops that train of thought entirely.
There are many different reasons why someone might ask 'what are you' to him. None of them are good. And so, Dorian plays dumb. He scrunches up his face in confusion, frowning as he looks over to Margo and answers, ]
I'm...Dorian? Honestly, I don't know how you want me to answer that.
[ he is lying like a motherfucker ]