bedeviil:

          ‘Dorian?’

He didn’t often go unrecognized, and thus far he’d never been mistaken for someone else. But then again, he’d never met someone who looked so…similar to him before. He supposed there must be a third. Now that was interesting.

                    ‘—-Don’t know him.’

       There’s a brief look of confusion before it clicks in his head. This isn’t Dorian. That leaves the question of, if this isn’t Dorian, who is it? He’s sure he would have known about another look-a-like. At least, He should have known. There’s a subtle smirk falling into place. This could be interesting.

                                        “Sorry. Twin and all that shit.
                                         So that leaves the question
                                         of who the fuck are you?”
                                         If he actually paid attention
                                         to things like the news, he
                                         may     have     at     least
                                         r  e  c  o  g  n  i  z  e  d
                                         who the other was. Even
                                         if a name didn’t follow.

                           “Dorian, what the fuck are you wearing?”

          It’s not that what he’s wearing isn’t fashionable or anything,
          but it’s not exactly what he usually wears. At least, not that
          Carson is aware. Who knows what Dorian does when he’s
          gallivanting around the city looking for a quick lay.