he was pulled from his light doze by the feel of pyce moving from the spot he was haphazardly laid a couple of hours ago and cracking an eye watched as the other moved, almost dazedly towards the balcony like a moth under the hypnotizing glare of a flame. when he had given the man a minute to appriciate he rose from the bed as well and followed

The dejavu set in as the other pressed himself against Galvins body. It formed a small knowing smile on his lips. He bent himself, pressing into the body behind him. "This time you will have to feed me first." He said twisting so that his hands could grab the other by the chin. He pulled it until it rest on his shoulder, and for a moment he ate the sight of the world with the man he called lover.

looking out where he was directed he could see the lights shining over brest and smiled though not because the lights or the buildings or even the dusky sky overhead. "i am afraid i have no liquer and no cheese, you will have to find some other drunk to feed you"

Galvin took in one last view before twisting around to meet his lovers gaze. In one swift movement his body had slid on top of the metal and was now resting comfortably. He kicked one leg out wrapping it around Ambrosias waist to draw him closer. “Thats good, I can not live off wine and cheese. I need steak.” He found himself laughing. "If you are too drunk to feed me, I am sober enough to cook for you."

the smile became a grin. "even if i were and you were willing there are no parents here to distract us, i say we fly this bird's nest and eat somewhere nice, you may even have steak"

Galvins amused smile soon turned into a laugh. "Then take me to the shower you rebel you." He leaned forward and gave Ambrosia a kiss. "But only after the rest of the sun rise." He twisted his head watching the orange unveil the sands of the beach below.

he had to admit it was surprisingly nice to look at though it was not until the shower that he was able to start enjoying his vacation and pulling the still wet pyce out of the with kisses and promises of beef managed to get dressed without too much delay and downstairs to see what was open on a friday morning in france

It smelled of sea, and to Galvins surprise it was not unlike their home harbor city with the exception of rich history and tourism that seemed to cloak the area. Out in the open his legs took him to the first set of shops near the hotel, and he peered into the window. “<You will have to get something lovely for Cirro. I am sure there is some knot he would treasure.>”

he was honestly surprised to hear fluent french from the man and quirking a brow peered into the window as well. "<i did not realize you spoke french, beautifully too>"

He laughed, surprised that the other spoke french as well. "<There are many things you do not know about, but it is like wise.>" He turned from the window and looked around. "<Perhaps you will never know them.>" He teased.

he grinned at that, "you do not understand, i can find out anything about you i please and have no qualms doing so"

He snorted angrily walking to another window to peer at its goods. "Good luck finding the truth." As he stared he realize it was better this way. Let the man find out his information through extensive networks. They would never have to be close.

the next half hour was filled with silence and though he normally minded this time was different. walking down a small avenue too narrow for cars they passed an inconspicuous shop that smelled strongly of coffee and grabbing pyce by the arm pushed him in

The pull tugged him out of his thoughts and into a confrontation with a cheery blonde, that had had to much coffee already. She sat them in the outdoor seating. They were abandoned with a basket of baguettes with garlic butter, a menu and a pot of steaming tea. “Have you been here before?” Galvin said helping himself to some tea. His throat had not fully recovered from the flight.

picking up a roll and a knife he buttered himself a bite to eat while he waited for pyce to pick something. "to brest? a few times, to this place? no, i have never been but i can follow my nose well enough"

The words came out of his mouth before he could stop himself. "Good dog." He was saved any retort, by the waitresses return. He found a nice little steak croque monsieur for himself and Ambrosia merely mimicked his order. Galvin snagged himself a piece of bread. “What were you doing on the plane?”