[ her breath washing over his skin gives him a slight shudder, closing his eyes for just a second to ground himself again. how was it that this girl could throw him so firmly off kilter without even trying? ]

I don't have lovely anything, and I'm no sailor. I'm a creature of the night! [ and he felt it down, as nightfall began to settle around them, darkness overtaking their small sanctuary. but the argument is weak even to him, and he knows it's time to start the story and stop arguing already. ]

Did eat some sailors once though. Some Germans. Got to wear the getup before Angel threw me out to sea. [ wait this isn't the story he's supposed to be telling... ] Did I ever tell you about the girl and the demon head?

[ let's go to italy, amychan ]