章 154: Be-Ne-Di-To, the Problem

Billie Bob Taylor 

With a thick layer of shaving cream, I pouted and angled my face as I took my razor and carefully shaved the scruff off my face, whilst purposefully avoiding my upper lip. My moustache was coming into fruition and I could not be more excited for it. 

I wanted a moustache like the late 'Freddie Mercury', the pinnacle of moustaches. Benedito on the other hand seemed hesitant about it but I did not care. He would be all over it once it was fully grown. 

Once I was done I rinsed my face with warm water, dried it off then put on aftershave. From there I grabbed my floss and started thoroughly cleaning my teeth. 

"What are you doing?" Benedito walked in the very time I was flossing the gap between my front teeth. "Is that really necessary," he lightly chuckled which made me raise my eyebrow. 

"What you trying to say?" I scowled. "You think since it's parted like the red sea that I don't need to floss it."