[Poggio]

As the other continued pluck his internal strings with long drawn out stokes against his insides, Galvins brain attempted to continue his interrogation. Every few thrust if he could manage. The answers surprised him some what. Red was the color of choice, he was expected to attend college. The biggest surprise was accompanied by a cry against the others shoulder. “You have a job?” He said, not realizing his voice broke when lust. The other had gotten wise to his game. His last coherent question was lost for an absurd one. It was answered by Ambrosia's rough body movements and his trade mark snark laugh. Galvin dug his nails into the cloth shrouding Ambrosia's shoulders fighting the sounds and his own bodies needs.