[Poggio]

Galvin let his face fall and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Then why be come lovers with people like us at all?" Finally he moved across the room to the chair and accepted it. He found himself getting to the more important question that had been bugging him since sunday. "How can you come to rely on a perfect stranger? How do you know his name is even Leavu?"

[littl3chocobo]

sighing he followed and sat in the other chair, i know his name is not leavu, it is ambrosia gargarin, we are not strangers in the least. i know his favorite food, color, animal. i know how he takes his tea and his favorite plant. i know what puts him to sleep and the sorts of music he likes, i know his birthday and his child-hood dream-job. i know more about him then anyone other than maybe the doctor"

[Poggio]

he blinked. "How? When I asked him he told me that Ambrosia was boring. I assumed he was too jaded with life to divulge that kind of information."

[littl3chocobo]

smiling softly he reached out for a cookie. "no more boring than anyone else. he is not the sort to give anything away. buy the information or sell it, that he will understand." the smile fell as he quietly ate. "...there is a convenience store across town on one-twenty-seventh street and vine, it sells little dishes of a cake called 'tres leche', buy two and when he comes over next offer him the cake with strawberry-halves in syrup and whipped cream, real not artificial. let him eat one but don't eat the other, he loves the stuff and if you ask nicely he might be willing to share a little more about himself. when he answers you then give him yours, this took me years to find out but it works like a dream"

[Poggio]

Galvins mouth opened and closed, and repeated itself before he simply pulled a pen from his pocket and asked the other to write the instructions down. After getting his fortune told he was feeling rather lucky. He rode his bike to the shop, picking up the cake as per Cirro's instructions. Once he was home he set about cleaning his apartment up to make it more cherry.

[littl3chocobo]

he was surprised to be told that instead of the park as was their usual game he would be going to the man's house directly. frowning at the instruction he braced himself for more fights and depressing scenery, he was shocked however when upon arriving and being invited in he found the place changed. it was clean with all of the extra junk put away and the windows open to let in the golden light of the not-quite setting sun. pyce looked tired but excited and he could not help but quirk an eyebrow. "you have never tried to impress me before, what is your angle?"

[Poggio]

Galvin shook his head and grabbed the box on the counter. He did not wish to resort to listening to Cirro but it seemed the mystics advice worked wonders. "Nothing but there is something I want, and you said if I ask you could do it if it was with in your power correct?" He watched the other nod as his brows shifted from its quirk to understanding. Galvin smiled walking over to Ambrosia. “Then here is what I want, I want for us to go to the grocery store, you are going to pick out what you want to eat and cook it. And you will take me to your place, that is not built for your lovers but the one that Ambrosia lives in when he is just being Ambrosia. We are going to have dinner and If I am happy, I will pay you double in rent.”

[littl3chocobo]

the demand was reasonable but for one part and letting his eyes wander from where they had settled on the curious box he looked up at the man once more. "and if i tell you i am only myself when i am in-between appointments? will you be content to simply see where i keep my clothes at night?"

[Poggio]

Galvin found his smile widening, “Does this place have a stove?” When the other nodded, he did nothing more then grab him with a free and and led him out of his house. “Then I am sure it will be fine.” He said taking the familiar steps down to the Maybach. He left the box with the driver to put in the front seat, since things tended to get messy in the back.

[littl3chocobo]

the man's smile made him feel oddly nervous though he did his best not to let it show. after getting in and directing the driver they rode silently towards the mansion until a hand snaked around his jaw and the still grinning man kissed him. falling into habit he flicked pyce's seatbelt and pulled him into his lap for a distraction

[Poggio]

Their touching stayed mostly on the surface and before long they had driven up to the store. Like all things Ambrosia, it seemed unnecessary expensive. He watched the man by pass the carts and wondered what his game was. Silently he plucked a basket and followed behind the other amused that he could not do things for himself. He abandoned Ambrosia in the wine section and went to find something to make dinner out of the fine foods. When he found the other again he handed him the basket full of rapped foods and cans. “I think these are what you are looking for.” The other added a few things to his basket before they headed to the check out. Once again the food items were left with the driver and Galvin resumed his playful nips in the back seat. He barely noticed when they had pulled up to the mansion.

[littl3chocobo]

it felt odd taking a lover to his home, of all of them only eva had ever been and even then not to his personal room or the kitchen or any of the other places pyce was almost certainly wanting to see

[Poggio]

Even in its simplicity the house was grander then anything his parents had bothered to own. . Like so many things Ambrosia, it was clean and sterile. Most of the items appeared like relics in a museum that were begging to be touched. He was led straight to the kitchen where he and the driver emptied the bags on to the counter along with the box. Galvin was quick to put it away surprised to find the electricity worked in the house. Once things were in order Galvin found himself leaning against the counter with his arms folded across his chest and a bemused smirk on his lips. “Well chef aren't you going to cook me dinner?”

[littl3chocobo]

ruffling angrily at the words he dismissed the driver and looked around for dishes. seeing none he started looking in cupboards

[Poggio]

Instead of taking a seat on the stools, Galvin nimbly jumped on the counter and perched there watching the other with expectant, amused eyes. "It had better be good too, I am starving."

[littl3chocobo]

he growled lightly. "shut the fuck up pyce." when the other gave in he was left finding the dishes he needed to make the man's damn meal