Philip Fusco looks up at you dazed and confused from within the confines of the box he was delivered in just a few minutes before. His eyes have not yet adjusted to the sudden burst of light and you marvel at beautiful form not yet aware of his situation.
He wears a pair of black laced canvas shoes. His muscular legs are wrapped tightly in a pair of trendy ripped jeans and his beautiful torso and upper body are, for the moment covered in a blue t-shirt. His squinting eyes, partially shielded by a cupped hand finally adjust to the bright light from above and your tiny toy stumbles backwards from the sight of you. "Hey, like what the fuck man?! What is this?!" His somewhat squeeky yet still masculine Jersey accent carries through quite strongly. Rather than answer your toy you decide to have some fun. Slowly you begin to tilt the box forcing him to struggle for balance at first intuitively moving against the downward slope until he finds himself slipping protesting as he does. so. Ever the athlete the hot young fellow manages to land on his feet. only to find the box continuing to turn. He manages to maintain balance as he slides but as the back of his right heel finds the ridge of the cardboard box he falls backwards dislodging the right sneaker and plopping him on his tight bottom on the surface of the counter. He quickly returns his attention to the giant face from above. You slowly reach into the box and withdraw the dislodged sneaker. Again without words you sniff his shoe... the scent is very appetizing! Philip's wide eyes follow his shoe as you gently set it on a nearby shelf next to a jar filled with what appears to be doll clothes.
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