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The gentleman's golden legs moved him forward quickly over the grassy land. Although over the last few days he had not put much effort into dressing himself, the news had been too much to bear, he was properly dressed today. He did not want his eagle eyed sister, no, half-sister, noticing something was up. The ruffled shirt was buttoned up, with the exception of the top two buttons, his waist coat was done up fully and as was his blazer. His dark hair was brushed and fell flawlessy on top of his shoulders. If Io saw him now, hopefully she would be oblivious to Galileo's burden.
Writhing from with in his satchel told Galileo that Apep would rather not be held against his will. A tanned hand reached within and removed the snake, pale in comparison to his master's palm, and wrapped the creature around his shoulders. Approaching the forgein borders, Galileo frowned. He was not totally against the skulls, but it wasn't particularly to his taste. It didn't matter this was not his packlands, but it seemed perfect for the morbid Io. The gentleman leant against a tree a few metres away from the skull fence and waited, he may have been a gentleman rouge but he wasn't without his morales. Trespassing was a no-no in his books.
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