[littl3chocobo]

the ride back down was even more gut-wrenching than the one up and by the time they made it to mostly-paved road he felt like throwing up and was certain he was bruised. he was grateful when they finally stopped

[Poggio]

He couldn't help but notice the green edges around Ambrosia and once the car was stationary, He offered up the idea to get breakfast or a little walk before they did anything too involving. Looking around he spotted a small cafe, that held some promise. He smiled. "If it hurts so much you should drive. Otherwise I am sure some ice should make it feel better."

(He means those Italian ices )

[littl3chocobo]

he did little more than offer a dirty look at the man though that only garnered him a smirk before he was expected to follow behind. he could not help but noticed that it was much too hot and uncomfortable for this time of year and it showed when he was taken to an icecream parlor selling a dozen flavors of gelato and twice as many flavors of ice

[Poggio]

It was fun watching the man naturally attuned to city life look with all the discomfort in the world under the Mediterranean sun. The unnatural pink twinge against his freckles and the sweat did nothing but make the man some what more exotic. Shaking his head he pointed to the cioccolato all’arancia the flavor of choice from his youth. "You look like you walked out of a painting." he said low enough that if the other missed it he would not have mind.

[littl3chocobo]

the words were nearly whispered but he heard them all the same and moving closer he spoke equally low, "i would not even begin to guess which painting i fell out of given the art i am sure you are interested in"

[Poggio]

He raised a bow amused that the man thought he lacked culture. Twisting he offered Ambrosia a spoonful of his Gelato while the man waited for his own. "Then allow me to show you that painting, some others and a few boutiques you may like." He said following the spoon with a small kiss.

[littl3chocobo]

the icecream made pyce taste all the sweeter and so when the man pulled away he only licked his lips and fed the other a spoonful before pushing them back together

[Poggio]

The beautiful thing about Europe, was that voyeurism was part of the Continents past time. He had no qualms about leaning forward into his lover, parting the ruby lips as one hand smoothly ghost over the mans upper thigh to his hips. "I didn't know chocolate was the flavor of choice." He said replacing his lips with another spoonful of gelato.

[littl3chocobo]

it wasn't, honestly he liked lemon or raspberry more but almost any flavor tasted fine when chased down with the flavor of pyce and so he said nothing and continued to feed, be fed, and kiss until the small container was gone and he was hungry for something more. still mute he grabbed the other by the hand to go find a place that would not lead to disruptions

[Poggio]

With out words he could feel it and it chimed with his own feelings. Looking around he spotted an alley. He led Ambrosia under the canopy of drying clothing, down away from the main streets. It was not long before his kisses agave away his want as well as the lump in front of his pants.

[littl3chocobo]

he had captured his prey in many places but this was his first time in a tuscan alleyway surrounded by plants, clothes and random bits of personal detritus. it was strange and exciting and with neither of them making noise, secret

[Poggio]

Feeling his lovers body crash into his made him silently moan. Under the Tuscan sun the man nearly glowed and it wasn't until their bodies moved feverishly and Ambrosia melted into him and he on the front of the mans slacks. It was then they were caught by a small yipping dog. He laughed at the mutt. He ran his hands through the rouge locks and found the freckled ear. “I think you need some new pants, and we should find a hotel.”

[littl3chocobo]

the light tweak was nothing but the words sounded rather pleasant and with a soft half-cocked grin he agreed. letting galvin stand he removed the tails from his shirt to half hide the wet spot though he took pleasure in wiping away the worst of it to taste while he did so, "of course"

[Poggio]

He wobbled a bit before straightening his own pants. If you did not look to closely it seemed the shirt did a nice job of hiding the stains. He smirked running his hands across the pelvis smearing the fluids into the fabric and possessively pulling him close into a kiss. Breaking away his hand found Ambrosia's and pulled him back into the tourist rounds. No clothing particularly interested him until they found something along the side alley, with its black sign and logo that was similar to the french costume shop, he found himself curious and dragged Ambrosia inside.

[littl3chocobo]

it would seem that in any language the man could find sex and he was pulled into a near-replica of the french boutique that now serviced the club. it was smaller by half and the clothes were a bit more.... he would be generous to call them creative but outlandish seems a bit crude. letting galvin pull him along he spoke his opinions drolly, "and here i was thinking you had meant clothes for public use"

[Poggio]

He opened his mouth but soon his lips fell into a smirk as he pulled a pair of thongs that said happy birthday off the rack. "Surprise." He laughed. "I am sure you could wrangle a way to wear these in public."