[littl3chocobo]

he slouched. "i have eaten seafood more times than i can count but never in a hovel surrounded by squabbling families like roaches in an alleyway. cirro took me to a poor little family ordeal with a mix of degenerate looking impoverished people but at least their children were kept out of the way, these slobs let the monsters run free"

[Poggio]

As if on cue one of the slobs he was talking about wondered into the area sheepishly twisting a finger around the interior of his nose. He blinked at Ambrosia. "They... are not that bad. You were a child once." He said making a shooing motion at the child.

[littl3chocobo]

when the brat did not move he sat up straight and the boy's eyes widened. calmly he picked up a fork and flipping it deftly in his hands stabbed the table with the prongs, the child ran. "i was but not like that, i was good and clean and did not stick fingers up my nose"

[Poggio]

Galvin stood up as the child went crying from the room and the waitress entered. "Damn it, we do not frighten children with sliver ware." He pulled the fork from its resting spot in the table. "No matter how dirty." He growled tossing the fork at Ambrosia. The woman gave them a look as she set the first round of food down. Her eyes constantly switched between the two.

[littl3chocobo]

he did not bother with the thrown cutlery and instead went back to his earlier stance. he would not admit that, barring the children, he was enjoying himself

[Poggio]

"Ass hole." Galvin said settling back down into his seat. He asked the waitress to bring another fork for Ambrosia before digging into the food. Most of which didn't require any sliver ware. He plucked a hushpuppy from its napkin nest and waved it in front of the other. Holding it between his index finger and his thumb, he said "would you like to try the food the degenerate masses enjoy?"

[littl3chocobo]

he made a face and did not move from his slouch. "not a chance in hell"

[Poggio]

"Suit yourself." with a fluid shrug, Galvin fell into silence. Unlike the other He thought of middle class food as an indulgence, one that he couldn't not readily get. A slow smile spread on his face as he gingerly he dipped it tartar sauce before sliding the warm morsel into his mouth. His lips clamped down on both the breading and his fingers sucking up all the juices and the excess sauce that trickled down the curves of his mouth. Slowly with his eyes closed slid his fingers out of his mouth draining them of any of the tangy sauce and the warm ball settled into the pit of his stomach.

[littl3chocobo]

watching the other eat made his mouth water but not for the food, changing tactics he moved to a closer chair and sitting next to the man picked up a bread-ball and dipped it in the sauce. he made sure to dip it just enough to get on his fingers before offering it up for pyce to consume

[Poggio]

A laugh escaped Galvins lips. He was in the mindset to refuse but he did not instead he licked some of the sauce off the ball. He was careful not to touch Ambrosia's flesh. Soon his lips clamped down on the ball pulling it from between the fingers. He laughed triumphantly sitting back in his chair chewing on the bread. "Your a horrible owner." He leaned in close and licked some of the sauce off Ambrosia's fingers. "Your not suppose to feed your pets table scraps."

[littl3chocobo]

he shrugged the best he could without moving his fingers from where they were. "maybe, but isn't a happy pet a horribly spoiled one?" a smirk replaced the smile he found himself making, "besides, you are training me to be a bad owner, it is your fault"

[Poggio]

That only seemed to earn another laugh from Galvin. Idly he plucked a shrimp from the table. "Then allow me to train you." He pressed the small piece of meat against Ambrosia's lips. "Open, take, suck, chew and swallow."

[littl3chocobo]

the subtext was not lost on him and putting his arm down he leaned in to comply with the demand

[Poggio]

When the other actually followed his others, Gavlin was genuinely surprised. His new found power thrilled him slightly. He repeated his actions and when the other dutifully complied intertwining his tongue between the two fingers, Galvin melted. He leaned over the edge of the chair that kept him from the other removing his fingers to use his mouth instead.

[littl3chocobo]

he was pleased. when the next greasy bite was offered with lips not fingers he didn't hesitate to pull the morsel free so he could kiss wet lips and taste the white sauce the man had been eating for himself

[Poggio]

The background noise had faded away for Galvin. He did not care for the families outside of the room, only to bring his hands to the others face pulling him closer with out falling out of his chair. Galvins other hand strayed to the front of Ambrosias pants working the button until it released the fabric beneath it.