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Bez stared at his phone, impressed.
"You know, when I said next time naked, I didn’t expect Marc would actually do it."
Bez didn’t follow Marc on Instagram, but Pecco did. He'd sent his teammate's post to the VR46 Minus 46 groupchat with an accompanying 😫.
"You’ve seen Marc shirtless before," said Luca in exasperation. "Now put your tongue back in your mouth before Vale sees."
"Before I see what?"
Speak of the devil. Valentino had gotten back to the hotel from the VR46 team event early. Faced with his expectant stare, Bez had no choice but to hand his phone over.
He and Luca watched as Valentino's face went through the phases of a fight-or-flight response before settling on a different F entirely. Marc might not be Helen who launched a thousand ships, but the photo was clearly enough to send Valentino's wits out to sea.
"Is he staring at Marc or at the trophy?" said Bez, in increasing horror. "And does he have to do it on my phone? … WHY IS HE ZOOMING IN ON THE PICTURE?"
Bez could only hope Valentino was looking for his own name on the trophy and not checking if Marc was wearing underwear.