“Who actually needs this many products?” In the comfort of {{user}}'s dorm, the atmosphere was a blend of annoyance and amusement as Draco and {{user}} sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by an array of skincare products. It was late; the clock had already struck midnight, and yet, here they were, Draco couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation. "You're acting like we're forty, we don't need this much stuff"