[littl3chocobo]

his good dream was ruined by the damn dog trying to crush him in an effort to get to pyce and despite his efforts would not be moved. angrily he decided to get up and find out who the hell had let it in to begin with. as he headed for the origin of th only other sound he grew suspicious that it was not one of his people. he was proven right as he found himself looking down at the damn cripple, "you bastard, what the fuck are you doing here?"

(he is naked and rumpled and prolly bruising in places XD)

[Poggio]

This was twice he had seen the pale red head with out clothing though he could not help but keep the smirk on his face. His chair swiveled over so that he could face he man. "I am refilling my brothers house with actual food since a real person can not live off fast food alone." He closed his eyes turning back to his task. "Look I wont throw a dagger at you if you can put your gun under a towel please. I am sure you know where they are."

[littl3chocobo]

the anger turned to smugness with a haste and crossing his arms he remained where he was, "don't worry, it isn't loaded. i spent all night and half the morning shooting your baby brother and there isn't anything left in the barrel"

[Poggio]

"Shame, sounds like your gun didn't have many bullets." He said pulling a heavy carton of milk out of his way. With out even opening it he could tell it had turned into cheese. "But I can't take you serious if you want to parade around compensating for something. If you don't want a towel there are robes."

[littl3chocobo]

rolling his eyes he complied and went to find pants, "i can't compensate if you can see what i have though for later when you are trying to sleep, five times, and we fucked where you are sitting right now against the fridge"

[Poggio]

He was glad the man left other wise he would have pelted the milk-cheese at the man. He was trying. "Look. My brother asked me to try and get along with you, but to me your still and an ass and an asshole. I will be there to stab you when you fuck up but for now, I don't give a rat ass for details so long as you are taking care of him."

[littl3chocobo]

he offered a shrug even thought the chaired man could not possibly see. bending over he found his pants and slipped them on, "and because you are a pyce and pyce seems to think blood means something i have not rescued him from the bullshit insanity of you damn people. trust me, i should get a knife because letting him stay here is not taking care of him"

[Poggio]

He growled nearly slamming the eggs on the rack in where he was placing them. "Why so you can continue to invade his life making him your private booty call? Fuck him until l hes a paraplegic?" He should have stopped himself but the man made him feel bitter and it was not just his legs that made him this way. "You Garagrins are all spoiled brats, if you can't buy it destroy it. If its not useful throw it away." He shut the door and rolled over to the computer desk placing some of Galvins mail there before moving on to the dog cage.

[littl3chocobo]

he heard the threat in it but ignored it in favor of sharing his own angers, "and you pyces are all monsters, if it is yours it can be used and abused until there is nothing left inside and even then you'd keep the corpse and make that do your sick works until it stopped moving. better he have a spoiled keeper than a demented one, at least a garagrin would not force him into a slow suicide"

[Poggio]

That caused the man to laugh. "You fucking hypocrite. You are worried about what happens to his body and yet you recklessly use it?" He said gesturing to the carnage around the room. "You Garagrins are just worried about your things, and it only concerns you when it ruins your cash flow."

[littl3chocobo]

he would have denied it but barring himself and even then only just, it was how his family operated. he offered the other a glare, "so would you rather be the pot or the kettle this time? either way i am done here, goodbye cripple-pyce. don't forget to lock up when you leave." sparing his pride another hit he lazily sauntered off before the man could reply and going to pyce's other side forced himself onto the strip of bed that was unoccupied and wrapped his arms around the other. he did not know who lost the fight though he did know either way he was the one with the prize

[Poggio]

When he woke again, he found that his home smelled faintly of bleach and that his dog was resting on his lap. Seeing Ambrosia look so snug, he picked up his phone getting an image before silently sneaking out of the bed. Inspecting his apartment he easily found the sources of bleach, and though nothing on the floor was scrubbed the apartment was clean enough. Galvin also found food and started cooking breakfast with no real idea of the time.

[littl3chocobo]

the smell of meat moved him to wake once more and blearily he got up to find the source and hope it wasn't the fucking cripple agian

[Poggio]

He walked over to the man wiping his hands on his apron with a spoon in hand. As the grumpy man came closer, he pushed the spoon full of cheesy eggs into the disgruntled mouth and kissed the side of his lips. "Morning"

[littl3chocobo]

the fact that it was pyce and not the other pyce though the nasty taste of.... whatever it was he just had shoved into his mouth counteracted it somewhat though the kiss brought it back up, he moved in to grab the man by the waist and pull him close, "you are wearing too many clothes for so early in the day"

[Poggio]

He laughed as he was pulled into the mans arms pressing his body against the bare one with only the thin white fabric to shield him. "And how much should I have?" Hes said feeling the fingers loosening the knot behind him.