[He glances down at his shirt, giving a little pout at that. He likes this shirt...
But he likes sex more. So fuck this stupid shirt. And he's absolutely going to give her a show. She's not shied away from his scars, she he's going to get closer and slap a foot onto a nearby chair to start to slowly unbutton his shirt as though performing to some unheard music with the way he's shimmying as he strips. Each piece of flesh he reveals is just as scarred as his face.]
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But he likes sex more. So fuck this stupid shirt. And he's absolutely going to give her a show. She's not shied away from his scars, she he's going to get closer and slap a foot onto a nearby chair to start to slowly unbutton his shirt as though performing to some unheard music with the way he's shimmying as he strips. Each piece of flesh he reveals is just as scarred as his face.]