Phew! Because I’m 1000% Thor. We all know I have abs like Chris Hemsworth.
Luca:
Seb, who do you want to be?
Seb:
I’ll go Ironman. We all know I’m the charming one with a rod of steel.
Marco:
If I’m not mistaken, it’s a bit rusty these days. *Insert laughing crying emoji*
Seb:
Now, now. I know you want someone to trauma-bond with since you’re on the outs with Sophia, but patience is a virtue. Besides, it’s nothing a bit of lube can’t fix.
Raf:
I swear I lose a brain cell for every message I read from you fuckers.
Luca:
Shame. I thought a woman’s company would have put you in a better mood. Clearly not.
Raf:
She was in the guest room.
Luca:
Well aren’t you a fool. Your bed would have been a far better choice. Everyone’s going to assume you fucked her after those pics anyway. So your virtuous abstinence is for nothing.
Marco:
Luca, have you eaten a dictionary?
Luca:
You know I ate toast. You and me. Just two bachelors eating toast in bed together.
Seb:
You’re both getting eviction notices.
Seb:
Raf, seeing as my house has become the official/non-official bachelor pad, why don’t you come around?
Raf:
I’m at work.
Seb:
Okaaayyy. But you must leave at some point. Bring your Cubans. You seem like you need something stronger, but cigars will do.
Marco:
