Bahorel waves the DVD case he's still holding at Combeferre, and grins at the renewed shade of red which it makes him flush. "So you're into the dudes, huh?" He studies the cover. Not bad, he supposes. But then, it was hard to be a porn star if you were ugly. Still, hard to tell from a glance if they were his type, or not.
"I wonder why so many of us turned out gay this time? Or at least, open to the idea." He muses outloud, tossing the film lightly down to join its kin. "I mean, was the potential always there, and it just took the right climate to bring it out?... Or was there something in the water when we were born?" He laughs.
Striding over to the the other two (who were nestled up close again, he notes), he puts on hand on both of their heads and pushes them forward, just enough to throw off their balance. "Guess I'll have to keep an eye on the two of you." He teases.
Walking past them he picks up the bottle of tequila, "You sure you don't want that shot, 'Ferre?"
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"So you're into the dudes, huh?" He studies the cover. Not bad, he supposes. But then, it was hard to be a porn star if you were ugly. Still, hard to tell from a glance if they were his type, or not.
"I wonder why so many of us turned out gay this time? Or at least, open to the idea." He muses outloud, tossing the film lightly down to join its kin. "I mean, was the potential always there, and it just took the right climate to bring it out?... Or was there something in the water when we were born?" He laughs.
Striding over to the the other two (who were nestled up close again, he notes), he puts on hand on both of their heads and pushes them forward, just enough to throw off their balance. "Guess I'll have to keep an eye on the two of you." He teases.
Walking past them he picks up the bottle of tequila, "You sure you don't want that shot, 'Ferre?"