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*totally didn't steal the quote from LXG XD* 300+
Galileo had made the pointless walk over to the other side of Nova Scotia out of boredom. The very begining of his day was taken up by some light reading, then spray painting his home there after. Though nothing he chose seemed to take him very long, so a walk was all that was left. Cane in hand, book in the other and lighter in pocket, Galileo strolled down a beach. The scene was painfully akin to Seville, all be it colder and a lot quiter. The air was coastal, unmistakeably, the hum of the waves was akin also, but less musical to the gentleman.
Galileo had almost not noticed the bathing woman a few strides away from him. The only thing that obscured his vision was a large rock, so with a charmingly sly grin he walktzed over to it, silently of course, and positioned himself on top of it. The sides of his grey blazer and waistcoat flapped about quitely as he gazed on, as did his half buttoned shirt. Galileo had made little effort to dress himself that morning. His bottom half was possibly the only half he paid attention to, but then again, all he had to do as pull on a pair of dress trousers and belt up.
With a flash of a grin, the gentleman decided to speak, leafing through the book in his hand, he recited, "The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful", Oscar Wilde, A Picture of Dorian Gray, a particular favourite of mine. A quote I find... so true...' He grinned again, pacing over, his cane tapping down on the sand in perfect intervals. 'Galileo Berlin' he announced holding out a hand to the woman.
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sorry for taking so long -.- 3+
The gentleness and tranquility of the calm sea was something that had always called to her and she willingly indulged herself within its salty grasp, content to float and splash almost as though she were a creature of the water. The temperature of it did not bother her for she simply told herself it was not cold, the white Sawtooth princess let herself relax, gliding through the shallows as she swam, knowing that dangerous currents laid in wait in the deeper depths to drag the unsuspecting to their inevitable deaths by drowning.
It was a death that scared the snowy femme for somewhere in her jumbled up beliefs was a fear of death by water, a knowledge that if one died within the water then thier soul would never ascend to the great beyond , doomed to wander the earth at water's edge forever. But she did not let herself linger upon such morbid thoughts, and let her attention be gladly taken by the trouser clad male who had come upon her and was reciting some kind of poetry at her. He was colored in rich golden and creme almost white tones, her sapphire orbs catching onto the faint whites within his fur and tail shivering behind her with glee, today it seemed the OCD was burning strongly.
Feminine mock shy smile came to her mouth while a snowy hand moved to brush back dripping wet pale locks from her face, the flower she usually kept withing her hair had long become disentangled and floated away. She tutted to herself quietly as she made her way onto the beach in time to grasp his outstretched paw,
"Pleasure to meet you Gallileo." Her voice stretched out his name seductively, "I am Gemma Sawtooth." Her fur was all but plastered to her body, showing off every well formed curve .
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He basically says- a beautiful name for a beautiful girl
Blumine eyes azed longingly at the female, her fur slicked down with the harsh sea water. The gentleman avoided eye contact with the female as he straightened himself out and shook away the thoughts inside his head. He composed his speech train, not wanting to find himself 'umm'ing' and 'err'ing' through out his speech. 'You may want to wash your hair before you sleep. You don't want your hair going all straw like would you?' His words ended with a sly smile. Striding over towards the waters edge and crouching down, Galileo let his hand play with the water, careful not to dampen his suit.
He stood when Gemma spoke, smiling and nodding. 'Un bellissimo nome per una bella ragazza'.Galileo knew little words outside of his native Polish and English, along with the basic sentances in Spanish and German he needed when he found himself travelling, but the few words he did know revolved around compliments, and usually the kind you would only apply to a crush. Galileo had long ago picked up a few words that he thought may make him sound suave and cool. The did in some cases, though usingthe German and Spanish in their respective homes, did not work as good as he had planned. Though he had learnt from his trial and errors, and now he was fairly good at his game.
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The hair in question was tussled alluring by the hand still buried within it, beautiful smile adorned her face for Gemma truly was a very beautiful and lovely example of the feminine form, she knew it and she flaunted it to the best of her extensive ability. Her eyes roved over his fancy and expensive looking clothes, obviously a man of excellent taste in fashion and attire. Her own sparse clothing were rolled up into a ball and stuffed inside of her satchel although she had no intention of putting them back on, eyebrows quirked sexily at his sly smile as honeyed tones responded to his words,
"Oh, well I don't want that then..." The whorish and moraless woman took a few steps closer to him, "..I shall be sure to wash it later..." Her voice tailed off the implication held within it that later may be some hours and quite a bit of pleasure away. Gemma did not know much of many languages but what she did know in bits and pieces allowed her to put together a basic idea of what he had said and she responded with one of the few phrases she could pronounce hoping that spanish was something he spoke, she added on a slight accent to make it sound more attractive and rough in a husky way,
"Gracias Senor." A small curtsy accompanied her words before she giggled cutely, "I must confess that is about all the Spanish I know."
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Galileo grinned, 'Thank god', he pasued leaving space for a small, inncoent, yet faux embarassed laugh. 'Because that's just about all I know in Italian'. He flashed a smile and moved over to her. 'Though, I am semi-fluent in Spanish and Germany, and fluent in English and Polish'. The latter trio were hardly languages of love, though it was an impressive array of tongues. 'Though the latter two don't really count seeing as I grew up with them both'. He had learnt the former pair while living elsewhere, cast away from his own home due to his constant childishness. He supposed that he could now return, because, a) he had never really been exiled, and b) he had grown up plenty since then.
'So' Galileo said, pulling his coat off, then his waistcoat and finally his shirt. He threw them to the ground carefully trying his best to appear flawless. No struggle there. 'Where do you call home?' It was an innocent icebreaker, though if he played his cards right, there was a chance it would develop into something you wouldn't tell your mother. Or your vigilante sister, though Io had been avoiding even thinking of him from what he'd been told.
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