the asshole calls back, contemplating fucking. eros biceps jiggled as he struted his stuff over to dior's little selling shack. "hey babe." he says and parks his scooter. he hands babe the dingle drawing with the words 'buy my shit' under it. this will surly arouse the interests of the vastly inferior city folk. "heres some shit." eros tapes the sign overtop of dior's existing sign, mingling the words in a barley readable sentence. "ive been contemplating fucking real quick." he admitted with a shy glance at dior's ass cheeks.