[littl3chocobo]

<they are beautiful, and if you ask i am sure one even can give itself a bubble-butt and legs that go on forever for you....>" he was starting to feel jealous already and so, giving one more kiss to close the conversation, turned and got into the crowded vehicle

[Poggio]

He side into the limited space beside Zosa. He had given up on speaking Greek since his English was far more practical. "I would not think to ask. If it did not know me as well as you do, then I would not think to stay with it. Or I would send it into a existential hissy fit." He rested his tired head on the chocolate shoulder as best he could curling his long limbs into the seat infront of him. "It will be your turn to make food."

[littl3chocobo]

lightly he hummed, "you know what there is to eat, what would you like me to make?"

[Poggio]

"What ever you desire but it must have a pound cake at the end." He licked his lips. "I have had a taste for a real cake since we left that restaurant."

[littl3chocobo]

he grinned and stole the damp lips once more, there was something about being surrounded by food and seeing felix hungry that made him feel strangely giddy, "only if you promise not to help, otherwise it will never get made"

[Poggio]

He couldn't help but grin. "It is a promise I can not keep." He pushed himself forward to the lips, uncaring about the driver in front. "Once I get a taste, I can not keep my hands out of the pot." He kissed him again wiggling so his hands caressed Zosa's side in the cramp space.

[littl3chocobo]

a giggle fell from him unbidden and he heard the driver clear his throat. rolling his eyes he prized off the hands, "<for later>" he continued in english, "i feel like making something easy to be honest. a sandwich or a soup maybe"

[Poggio]

He looked at the driver twisting his head at the cough. "That would be fine soup goes well with the cold." He couldn't help but grin. "You know if our driver needs someone to love I am sure we can all Christina..Wednesday."

[littl3chocobo]

luckily either the boy didn't know enough english or had enough sense and did not speak. the rest of the ride back was uneventful as well and by the time they had arrived back he was nearly asleep and had to be woken by felix

[Poggio]

He told their driver to be silent and help him gather their things out of the car. Once their bags were in the house and stored away the professor thanked the young man with a generous tip before fishing zosa out of the back of the car, cradling him in his arms. It earned him a small yawn as he toted him up the stairs, laying the tired boy out on the bed. Following Zosa's example, the professor laid his head in his favorite resting spot soon falling asleep after a long day of tourism.

[littl3chocobo]

when he woke again it was under the comforting crush of felix and with an equally comforting smell of soup and cheese, opening his eyes he saw a thin hand set the bowls down, before the woman could leave however he offered a soft 'thankyou' and a smile. he was pleased to see her's was the same as always

[Poggio]

The smell of something wonderful lured him out of his sleep and in a haze he saw a pale shadow close the door. He opened his eyes sitting up wondering if all the boys talk of demons had gone to his head.

[Honey]

nearly as soon as she was gone felix woke and he followed the man into an upright position though he ended it by leaning against one pale shoulder, " you just missed olga(findname), she made something you might like, there is plenty of beef in it and dairy too though no pomegranates." sweetly he kissed a shoulder, "i also do not think my father will be home, i would not mind showing you my father's library after we eat and unpack our souvenirs"

[Poggio]

Most of what Zosa said had gone in one ear and disappeared inside of his brain. He pushed aside any bedding that cover him and went to follow behind the ghost of Zosa's past. The elderly lady moved faster then the professors groggy limbs, her grandson was already pulling out of the drive way by the time he reached the kitchen. In her wake he saw the giant pot of food on the stove and decided he would meet her at least once.

[littl3chocobo]

when felix did not offer him so much as an acknowledgement but instead wandered off he felt strange and a little paranoid that he had done something wrong but he tried to eat the feeling and quietly followed after the man

[Poggio]

The professor drew in a deep breath and looked at the door. It was one thing to live with a bunch of people on a ship, those people he saw every day and could speak with, the ghost was another thing. Even if her grandchild was proof she existed. “I'm sorry Zosa, I would love to see your fathers library.” He said finally turning back to him.