#dont-cho-know

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“you’re really sensitive for a selfish asshole.” (from thalia, idk)

“So I’ve heard,” Draco mutters into his breakfast, his voice soft and offhand. He hasn’t the slightest idea what’s given everybody the impression that they can merely speak to him whenever they please --- though he’s off put, and frankly, he doesn’t like it. Munching on a triangular piece of toast, grey eyes gaze across the table at the other. “--- I suppose the word’s gotten around, then.” Much to his dismay. 

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“girls are so soft and amazing and nice and beautiful and mysterious and complex and loving and caring. i don’t remember what i was going to say but i’m just gay.“ (and commence drunk cho rambling incoherently)

Given his intoxication, he’s prone to the giggles -- though the other’s sudden rambling leaves him practically in stitches; her admission nearly going over his head. Though he somehow manages to remember that she’d never spoken of being interested in girls previously. “Sounds as if you fancy them enough for the both of us,” He teases gently; a smirk given as he snorts obnoxiously once more. “Though I don’t blame you.” Titling his head back ever so slightly, Draco downs the rest of his drink in one fluent tip. “--- Women are clearly the superior sex. If I weren’t so bent myself, I’d be obligated to agree.”