[ Angelo wrinkles his nose. He's been browsing the toys on offer with the detached curiosity of someone who is only sure what they're for in theory – he's never actually used any of them himself, figuring that he doesn't need to since he has a dick of his own and no interest in someone putting something in him instead. But now he's having to think about splinters. ]
C'mon man. [ He says it in a wounded sort of voice, like he's betrayed that someone would even think of that, let alone say it out in the open to a stranger. ] Why would you say that.
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C'mon man. [ He says it in a wounded sort of voice, like he's betrayed that someone would even think of that, let alone say it out in the open to a stranger. ] Why would you say that.