[ The question, how the guy sounds like he's about to snap at any minute and Petre is the excuse he was looking for, only encourages him to broaden a grin that won't go away. The kind that would stick to his face even if someone tried to beat it out of him, probably.
Then something changes — a door opens for him, one he's immediately ready to step into, with a movement that might have pulled Billy in if he really tried. Just to shake them both up a little. ]
I look like I wanna suck your dick? [ On the stage, right where they're standing, that information is tossed to the sidelines just so he can get another line in: ] I think you look like you wanna make me.
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Then something changes — a door opens for him, one he's immediately ready to step into, with a movement that might have pulled Billy in if he really tried. Just to shake them both up a little. ]
I look like I wanna suck your dick? [ On the stage, right where they're standing, that information is tossed to the sidelines just so he can get another line in: ] I think you look like you wanna make me.