WHO: Martín y Mister Bonafey~! WHEN: One blistering Friday afternoon... (June 18th) WHERE: Outside a coffee shop of some sorts near LU. WHAT: You never forget the pretty ones. Or dat ass. RATING: C for caca mouths.
Now he had the young man's attention. As soon as Martín had glanced up a flurry of expressions passed over his face in mere seconds. Anger turning to confusion to... a flash of recognition. Abruptly he shouted ¡Chau! at the phone, snapped it shut, and then dropped it on the table with a loud clang.
"Jes?" His lips pushed out sullenly around his bombilla as he regarded the other man with a lukewarm, half-lidded gaze.
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"I SAY I AM ON THE PHONE."
Now he had the young man's attention. As soon as Martín had glanced up a flurry of expressions passed over his face in mere seconds. Anger turning to confusion to... a flash of recognition. Abruptly he shouted ¡Chau! at the phone, snapped it shut, and then dropped it on the table with a loud clang.
"Jes?" His lips pushed out sullenly around his bombilla as he regarded the other man with a lukewarm, half-lidded gaze.
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