“Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”
( ✖ ` He gave his companion a side glance, rolling his eyes at the assumption he had for Marc’s small action. He was late to notice that his fly was open, thus his reason for having his hands on his jeans, struggling on pulling the stuck zipper up. His words made him look down at the display in front of him, causing him to laugh.
❝ That is not baby Jesus. Just cause the baby has unrealistically long hair, doesn’t mean it’s Jesus. ❞
He grins, picking up the doll from the lower shelf in the aisle. His fingers brushed the doll’s hair back, maybe with too much force than he intended that he accidentally beheaded the toy. Marc gave the other male a look, pursing his lips while he slowly hid it behind the other toys.
❝ …Nothing happened. ❞