he watched the doctor flinch though to the man's credit he did not stop applying the nasty smelling stitch glue or seem offended that he almost got hit. "does it really matter? you have been dozing for a while now i think you bled too much or at least that is what frenulum told me before. you are an idiot for having put in those pathetic stitches then trying to walk around. you are not allowed to do that again"

Laughter bubbled up from his lips. “It matters because I am starving, and I do not think this place is stocked with food, nor you or I can cook it.” He took in a deep breath wanting to challenge Ambrosia's words but he did not. “I do not think I can do that, not even for you.”

he felt angry at that but did not retaliate with abuse instead he kept it to his words. "if you insist on abusing yourself i will no longer go easy on you for it, your body will no longer be treated as a temple but a house of ill repute." he shifted as the doctor moved to get tape to hold the glue together with until it set. "but i will feed you all the same"

That only caused more laughs. “You misunderstand. There is drinking soda, and not eating vegetables... and then there are just hazards of the job.” He ran his fingers over the stitches that the doctor already installed. Some where the words that the man spoke to him earlier drifted into his mind. He looked at the gunk that coated his fingers. “I can only promise to try, and Indian food... since I did not get to eat my dinner yesterday.”

the doctor looked ready to burst from not saying anything and he found himself laughing as well. "i think that sounds like a fine idea but only takeout, frenulum looks like he will explode if you leave the apartment isn't that right doctor?" the man wisely said nothing and the mirth left him. "figure out what you want"

He started to arbitrarily list his favorite common dishes that would be found on any menu, even suggesting a few that the other might like as long as he did not use Galvin as a plate. It wasn't until the doctor was out of the room that Galvin choose to speak like a sane person. “Thank you, Ambrosia for taking care of me.” He did not look the other in the eye. He had already learned the consequences of showing emotion around the Garagin and strived not to let his guard down again, but the words were true and sincere.

he did not like the man's tone but the words demanded a reply and carefully he shifted to see the other "you belong to me galvin pyce, i take care of what belongs to me"

His eyes widened a little, before they were averted again. Galvins mind moved desperately to change the subject. "Am I allowed to shower with this stuff on me? I reek."

he shrugged against the other. "i do not know anything about that, you will need to ask the doctor when he returns"

He pushed himself out of the others grasp. If he could not get out of his whoring smell, at least he could get out of the clothes. As he strode across the room, one finger slipped into the stretch band pulling the fabric free of his body as he walked coming to the dresser. “Do you have a lover on Fridays?” He did not look back as he rummaged through the folds. "i am too busy for a lover on fridays" He turned and looked at Ambrosia. There was shock in his eyes but it did not deter his answer. “That is fine, since Saturday is my night, and Sunday has been sold. I would like to spend next weekend with you some place else, the beach, the mountains, Paris... it does not matter. But I would like a vacation no matter how small.” His lips curved into a Cheshire crescent “I want my huge Teddy bear and greasy food.”

he smirked at the request. "you would steal your days from my other lovers?" the other turned back and he could not see the scar only the curve of his back, "i am only asking for two, one that belongs to me and one where you come to me." the retort was already on his tongue by the time the man had gotten 'two' out of his mouth. "that is twenty hours of flight for paris, ten each way. would you really want to only take two days?" he watched pyce's face fall and turn away as he kept heading for the shower "you are right, i misjudged travel time. forget about it." standing he followed the man into the bathroom though he said nothing until the water was running, "two things, one you will wash out all of the glue if you take a shower and two i will be finished by two so you will be ready here by three am on saturday morning, i will not wait for you"

His mouth fell open as the other came near him. “I was just hoping for a day at the Beach.” He confessed in shock. It slowly dawned on him that he would have a few days with out family, with out hunting vampires, simply enjoying life. His arms reached out and he pulled Ambrosia into a kiss.

the kiss was different from what he was used to and he was reminded of cirro when he did something particularly pleasing. he took it as his due. "marseille, lille, montpeillier, nice, and toulon are all coastal, half of france is beach"

"I do not care, as long as I can dance with the sand between my toes, retire at night to a warm meal, and sleep without knowing I will wake up alone." He grinned and pressed his head against Ambrosia's chest. "Thank you. I will try not to ask for something this big for a long time."

offering a grunt he tried to ignore the odd feeling the man's unusual affections caused in him and move the conversation somewhere else, he was saved by the doctor's voice asking for pyce. "you are wanted by the good doctor it seems"

Curiously he left Ambrosia and went to go find the doctor. He was greeted with pills and food and a reminder that he might want to eat with some clothing on. He ignored the words of advice in favor of the curry and rice.

when his advice was not heeded and ambrosia keeping him from a lecture he was limited to going over how to take care of and clean the new stitches with a warning not to put stress on them. this too seemed like a moot point with the young master in the room and he was quick to dismiss himself

He watched the man go, even after offering him pieces of bright pink chicken. A full belly and medication. He slid into his natural place between the mans thighs, as his fork fished out pieces of meat dripping in sauce. He offered it to Ambrosia.

he watched pyce eat until he found long legs pushing in between his own and a brown arm holding out a bite of meat for him. he took it without complaint but clamped his teeth over the fork and reached out to pull the other close. when pyce was within reaching difference he let go and pulled them almost to touching. "how much does it hurt galvin pyce?"

He looked at the other and said nothing. There was nothing more painful, he realized then having affections for this man. This man that ruled the world through greenback. He swallowed his own thoughts, raising his bottom against the other and unbuttoning his pants. He positioned himself in his spot on the sun.

he should have known better than to believe the idiot, no more than halfway through pyce was already looking pale and tired. halting the other he ordered pyce to give it up and go to bed though he was forced to follow suit with no regard taken for his own issues. he made sure to complain loudly

He awoke to a chill and an empty room. Galvin lay on the blankets, attempting to phantom what his life would be like in this apartment. The clock in the room told him he was late for many things, but he convinced himself to listen to the doctor and Ambrosia. He went back to sleep not moving from the spot until it was well into the evening hours and it was nearly time for him to go to work.

he found himself free when he got the call from eva's chiropractor letting him know he'd be keeping her late and figuring his time was better spent keeping pyce in bed went to the apartment. when he got there he was assaulted by the dog and pushing the big waggling slobbery mass off made note of kicking whomever brought the beast over in the ass

His reflexes had gotten relaxed. It had taken a second stroke and a grumble to realize he was being felt up. He twisted grabbing the wrist but stopped when he saw who it was falling back into the pillows as his dog came to join him. He wondered what the man was doing here.

Cho: The hand interrupted his tracing of the fine lines running over soft mocha flesh and firm muscles. "Good, I will not have to wake you. I am spending the rest of the evening here instead of Eva's. I want you to get rest"

He rose quickly at the words, pressing his head against Ambrosia's forehead. His mind brought up a picture of the woman sitting in Cirros kitchen. He swallowed, as much as he craved the attention he understood the importance of sharing it with the others. “Are you sure?” He asked pressing down on the hand still playing with his scar. “I will not be here all night, I leave for work at 7.” Galvin moved away from Ambrosia's forehead gracing a small kiss against his neck. “I was only planning on sleeping today.”

he snorted and catching the man's hands tugged him back down. "you are not going to work tonight and i doubt you will manage to sleep that much" pushing his face into pyce's hair he sighed. "how would you like to own a strip-club?"

It started out with the sounds and motions of Ambrosia's usual proposition for sex, but the words completely caught Galvin off guard. He twisted his head trying to get a look at the other, wondering if it was in jest. "... what?"

he found the fish-face funny, "your job sucks and your hours are not convenient to me, if you owned the damn thing i could bother you any time i please and you could run it to hell since it would be a sink not much bigger than what i already spend on sundays."

His face shifted first too disgust, then to suspicion and then when he could find not flaws in the argument he was back to bewilderment. He didn't know where to begin so he simply laughed. "How would I know how to run a whore house? Why would I want to run one and sully the name of Pyce?"

"then tear it down and make is a fast-food restaurant that serves raspberry slushies and steak sandwiches and call it a family tradition, i honestly do not give a damn, do you want it or not?" growing exasperated he found himself going from an idle offer to wanting to just try and get an answer from the man. he frowned as the confused face resolved into one of dismissive emptiness. "give me time to think clearly please." the frown deepened. "fine, but you will have an answer for me before i leave"

Galvin fell back onto the soft blankets. He felt as if he was falling in a trap. Before there were no connections nothing to keep him tied to this man but the promise of good sex. Now he wanted something more from this man, that he knew he could not have. His other lovers did not get it and Galvin was no exception. Confused and conflicted he let his mind erase of the emotional complications and realized he knew little about business at all. Beneath his hand covered face Galvin laughed. “If that were the case you should invest in that sea food restaurant as well.” He did not bother to look at the other. “I do not know anything about business.” He realized his next question damned him and still could not bring himself to look at Ambrosia.“Why are you going through such lengths to be with me?”

another snort, "....you work harder than the others, why wouldn't i pay you accordingly? i am not an unfair man no matter what else you would think to call me"

“Dick” Galvin pulled the hand away from his face and pushed himself back up to meet the others face. Evey thought was pushed to the back of his mind. For a brief moment he looked into the gray eyes. His lips found their way on to Ambrosia's.

he felt relieved as the topic moved back to safer waters and lips found his own, taking the kiss more gently than usual he managed to make pyce lay back down properly before breaking away. "you should sleep, i will feed you when you wake"

Galvin woke from a fitful sleep full of hookers and the strange scent of fried fish. He blinked at his alarm clock, not set to go off for another hour or so. Unable to recapture sleep, Galvin lay listening to the foreign sounds of the apartment before rising and sauntering off to the shower.

he could hear galvin going into the bathroom and pausing in his task of feeding the dog bits of fried clam he stood and setting the box down followed after

He waited until the water grew warm before slipping under the shower. Galvin let thoughts of running a business wash ot of his mind and turned his attention back to the bumps along his chest. Soon they were clouded by rich bubbles that cloaked his entire torso.

when he got into the bathroom and slipped out of his clothes he sidled into the tub behind pyce

He felt the other man slide behind the curtains and come up behind him. Galvin turned, pulling him under the water and gracing his the curve of his jaw with light kisses. “You taste like fish.” He said oddly with a curious brow.