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And that was what Giulia liked about sex: there were so many different ways to do it. So many decisions that could be made on a whim and still be so good.

Because she had been about to pull Phil over to the bed, push him down onto it, and hike her skirt up around her hips so that she could straddle his lap. The skirt would be the most annoying part of her outfit to get off, but maybe it didn't have to come off at all-- and then her attention was drawn away, Phillip's hands on her hips as his lips on her neck acting as a pretty good distraction.

And the image of him on his knees? That was even better.

Giulia trailed her hand between their bodies, palming his cock through his trousers in the hopes of hearing his breath hitch as she said, "Is that a threat, or a promise?"

@knightley--phillip

Vuoi dormire con me stanotte? || Phiulia

[santa--mozzarella]

Giulia was glad to have found a friend at the farmer's market. There was an ebb and flow of customers that kept her busy during the day, sure, and there was always a rush around lunchtime and when people got out of work for the day, but there were lulls, too. Giulia did not do well with being still, and she found it kind of hard for books to keep her attention nowadays.

So having Destiny to sit next to was not just pleasant, but it was helpful, too. It would be a while before any customers came up to either of their stalls, and so she was glad to pass the time with her now, even if it was maybe a little early to be eating cupcakes.

(Giulia didn't think so, for the record. But societally, she knew, it was maybe a little early.)

"Maybe," Giulia agreed. It wasn't going to stop her from eating it, though. "The cake is perfect, though. Just the right amount of lemon...ness."

@it-is-your-destiny

Sweet Treats ~~ [Whale Seal]

[santa--mozzarella]

@pall0r-mortis

Giulia had put off buying a car when she had moved to Swynlake, because she hadn't planned on being here all too long. Not long enough to warrant needing a vehicle, certainly; she would be catching a flight elsewhere! Exploring the world, like she had planned!

But she had liked Swynlake well enough to stay, had found an actual place to live and, yes, had eventually bought a car. Second-hand (fifth-hand, actually, from a look at the car's log book), obviously, but still. The beat up, canary yellow Fiat Panda was a lot tougher than she looked. Or she had been, anyway.

Giulia stood now at the garage, chewing her thumbnail, waiting for the mechanic to come back in. When a shadow fell over the door she looked up, asking, "How bad is it?"

Part-exchange || Sidlia

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Part-exchange || Sidlia

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"You're speaking to the wrong person." Giulia said, pulling the cupcake gleefully towards her. Free cake? Who would say no that!? "I'm Italian. We live for lemons."

Not that Giulia was from anywhere close to the Amalfi coast or Sorrento or anywhere else in her homeland famous for their lemon groves, but that didn't mean she wasn't on board with it all. Her mother had made an excellent limoncello, which her father had used to make an even better limoncello tiramisu.

She resisted the urge to carefully deconstruct the cupcake (everyone knew that the frosting was the best part and thusly should be eaten last), taking an even bite to make sure she got a proper taste. Giulia hummed, chewing and thinking simultaneously. "Well, first of all, I think it's great. The sponge is very light, and the perfect amount of lemon-ness. The frosting might be kind of sour." She had some on her thumb, which she swiped away with her tongue for a second taste. "As a lemon enthusiast, though - they're amazing."

@it-is-your-destiny

Sweet Treats ~~ [Whale Seal]

[santa--mozzarella]

Giulia was pretty much set up, and she knew if she didn't distract herself with something she was going to end up fussing and then probably causing a mess when she accidentally knocked down a bunch of jars. It was easy enough, then, to turn her attention to Destiny and her stall. She wasn't going to offer to help necessarily, because she knew from experience that sometimes, someone trying to help could actually just be in the way, but she could definitely stand and eye up some cupcakes.

"Well, if you need a taste tester to help you figure it out, I am always available." Giulia grinned. She had bought her fair share of Destiny's cupcakes, and she knew that they were very good, so she could certainly help out in a pinch.

@it-is-your-destiny

Sweet Treats ~~ [Whale Seal]

[santa--mozzarella]

(outfit)

Giulia was there already, unpacking and getting everything ready. She felt like she had quite the rhythm with setting up the stall now, and so it was something she could do without really thinking about it, her hands moving of their own accord. It was a good thing, too. It meant she could occupy herself with thinking about what she might do next - new pasta shapes to try, sauces to make, maybe some desserts to try.

"Ciao, Destiny," She replied with a smile, stacking up some jars and then taking a step back to admire her handiwork. Looked pretty good, if she did say so herself. "Mm, I hope so. Don't get me wrong, I love our conversations, but it does drag a little when there's no customers."

And Giulia could not stand time dragging. She liked to be constantly doing something, as much as she could. She didn't have too many options when she was sitting behind a market stall, though. "What do you have today?" She asked, eyeing the cupcakes on the table.

@it-is-your-destiny

Sweet Treats ~~ [Whale Seal]

[santa--mozzarella]

There were many different ways Giulia chose to unwind after a relatively busy shift at Gusteau's, and though she loved the call of the open water and slipping into her seal-skin, this did the job just as well.

Giulia sighed softly against his lips as Phillip's hands ran down her body, the sigh turning to a soft groan at the flash of teeth against her skin. She could feel the tnsion bleeding from her shoulders, work woes long forgotten as she dragged her hands down his chest, over his abdomen, to hook her fingers in the belt loops of his jeans.

"Upstairs." She murmured, pulling him closer by the fabric she'd snagged, kissing him briefly and nipping at his lower lip as she pulled away. As easy as it would be to get caught up here, she didn't think the hallway would be particularly comfortable, and she had a perfectly good bedroom right upstairs. She flashed him a grin as she turned, not checking to make sure he was following as she ascended the stairs.

@knightley--phillip

Vuoi dormire con me stanotte? || Phiulia

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Giulia was also extremely glad that she worked front of house in this kind of heat. Not that she ever really wished for the kitchen, or anything. She had seen how the chefs at Gusteau's worked and she was not interested in that kind of military efficiency. But it was especially nice to be stood in the air-conditioned dining room on a day like today.

She hadn't expected to have stepped into Build-a-Milkshake, however, and now she was hit with a sudden indecision. She looked at the menu he slid across, eyes quickly scanning it. "How many flavours is too many flavours?" She mused, peering down at the paper still.

@jere-me--oh-my

Shake Shake Shake - Open

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English people liked to skirt around the point. That was one thing Giulia had learned during her time here; few people said exactly what they meant, and if they did, there was always a weird conversation beforehand that amounted to basically nothing. Often the same was said for hookups. There would be conversation and wine and maybe a little time spent on the couch before anything got going, which seemed like a waste of time to Giulia.

So she was pleasantly surprised - though maybe not really surprised, from what she had heard about him - by Phillip's response. She slipped her hands up over his chest and around his neck, a small smirk on her face. There was still something to be said for anticipation, and she felt it now, skin tingling where his hands settled.

"Perfect." She said, rocking up onto her tiptoes so that she could kiss him, pressing her body against his as her lips parted.

@knightley--phillip

Vuoi dormire con me stanotte? || Phiulia

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Giulia nodded, telling a complete lie. She had to be incredibly careful when she was getting out of the water, because it wasn't exactly the quickest process in the world to take off her seal-skin. Usually she would swim a full lap of the lake, looking for the most secluded spot that didn't involve a huge hike back to town. Often enough there were trees leaning down into the water that would shield her behind their evergreen branches, and she would be able to haul her sleek body out of the water and begin the process of shedding it.

Sometimes she had to wait. Sometimes she had to throw herself head first, seal-skin still covering her legs, back into the water. She did whatever she had to do to avoid being spotted, even though she hated that in-between state where she was half woman and half seal, belonging to neither world.

For now she would wait until Luca was long gone, and then find herself a spot. There was no point in trying to take her seal-skin off underwater; it was far too slippery when wet, and it felt wrong to take it off in the place where it belonged. She could be patient for a little while, even if she felt guilty about it, knowing Luca's secret whilst guarding her own.

She raised one front flipper as best she could, waving it in response to Luca's wave. Giulia shifted, hind flippers to the floor so that she floated horizontal in the water, large black eyes watching Luca as he retreated. Guilt, yes - that was exactly what burrowed into her stomach and made her feel a bit sick. Either that or the crab she'd eaten off the lake floor before Luca had shown up. Deciding to shake it off, Giulia flipped herself forward, disappearing under the surface and swimming to the other side of the lake, hopefully to find a place to return to land.

@lucathedreamer

Middle of the Deep End || Underdogs

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Giulia did not know what on earth was going on. She had thought, last year, that it was some kind of fluke. Italian summers were hot, especially where she had grown up, the sun reflecting off the bay and the colourful stucco buildings, concentrating the heat right onto the pavement.

But if you told Giulia that hell had opened up right here in Swynlake, and that was why it was so hot, she would've believed it. Because whatever was happening here was, quite frankly, disgusting.

Which was maybe why, instead of going home to make herself a light supper after work like she usually did, she was at Chippamunka's. Because she could not face the thought of standing over the oven, or doing anything that would cause the kitchen to fill with steam. She wasn't even entirely sure what she wanted, but when the person behind the counter suggested a milkshake, she nodded emphatically. "That would be great, thank you. I dont know why all of summer had to come today, but I don't appreciate it."

@jere-me--oh-my

Shake Shake Shake - Open

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Giulia’s prom 2025 outfit: Night at the Museum

“We are moved by the Egyptian hippo because it is a mammal like us, because it is amphibious, and because the figurine gives it a clumsy air—but faced with the blue animal in the Louvre we forget that this is a ferocious and dangerous beast. The Egyptian artist of the Twelfth or Thirteenth Dynasty has tamed it for us.”

- Antoine Compagnon

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Giulia was having a bad day. Most days, hostessing at Gustea's was absolutely fine. It tended to be pretty easy, in fact, given that she was a generally smiley and welcoming person. But some days...

There was some kind of rush on, which meant there was a queue out the door because the restaurant was fully booked up for lunch. People generally don't like to wait, but especially not for food, and so everyone started getting cranky, and then they started taking it out on Giulia. Why she had no idea-- she couldn't control how long it took someone to eat a plate of duck confit! But she was the one making them wait, at least as they saw it, and she had spent the entire lunch period try to put out about 20 different fires.

She didn't have to be back for the evening shift, thankfully. But she had decided that she deserved a treat for her hard work, and had been heading to get an ice cream when someone stopped her. Usually, taking the back streets was a good way to avoid any chit chat, but Giulia ddn't really mind; if anything, he looked worse off than she did.

"Do you often ask people you meet in back alleys to get a beer with you?" She asked, smiling ever so slightly.

@dodgerxjones

Back Step Blues | Open

Dodger slumped down against the back wall of the bakery as if the day had personally offended him. He set his bag beside him with a tired thump. He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a lighter, only to stop, squinting at the flame like he was trying to remember why he'd even bothered in the first place. "You ever have one of those days?" He asked, to nobody in particular, grateful to be heard by anybody who was willing to hear. 

"Where the only thing that went right was not trappin' yourself in the walk-in freezer?" He snapped the slighter closed, leaning his head back against the wall. Then, after a quick beat, he cracked one eye open and looked over at the person who'd stopped.

"Tell you what," he said, leaning forward slightly. "If you've got spare time, and a tolerance for cheap beer, I know a place what don't ask too many questions. You look like you could use it too. What do you say?"

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Giulia’s experience on tinder depended entirely on what sort of mood she was in and what she had planned that day. If she had an entirely free day, no work or farmer’s market or plans, she might look for a nice date; a picnic by the lake, a stroll through the forest, a real excursion type of thing.

But then there were evenings like tonight, where she’d had a pretty long shift at work and felt wound up and tense. Sometimes slipping into her seal-skin and going for a swim was enough to make her feel better, but sometimes…

Well, Giulia had never had any trouble asking for what she wanted. And she still had yet to understand the British tendency to be indirect. Taking five sentences to say what could be said with five words. So Giulia smiled coyly, and said, “Thank you. It’s actually my housemates’ place, but they’re both out for the evening. So — would you like a glass of wine? Or are we skipping to the fun part?”

@knightley--phillip

Vuoi dormire con me stanotte? || Phiulia

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Giulia had no idea if Luca needed to surface to breathe or not. She presumed not, given the gills that she could see along their side. And she wondered... would they even want to surface? Sure, a seal wasn't meant to be in this specific lake, but they were still typically found in the water. If Luca surfaced, and someone caught sight of them... Well, Giulia didn't think that was common knowledge.

But her lungs were beginning to burn around the edges, and so she pushed herself upwards, breaking the surface and taking a deep breath in. The air above the water felt ice cold and refreshing, and she took another few deep lungfuls of it. Her sense of smell was good, about the same as a domestic dog, or so a textbook had once told her, yet there was never normally much to smell when floating in the middle of the lake. Thick pine sap from the trees of Enchantra, occasionally the musky fur of an animal that came to lap at the shore, and then any other animals that were hiding below.

As Luca broke the surface alongside her, though, Giulia noted the unfamiliar scent. More ocean than lake, she thought, briney in the way that all of the seals back home had smelled. She did her best approximation of a smile, nodding her sleek head emphatically to show her agreement.

Giulia looked up at the sky; long ago her mother had taught her how to read it, so that she knew when to return for supper, or when the fishermen would be rising in the morning. She knew that time was getting on; she had to go. She looked at the shore, and then back at Luca, expression softening somewhat.

@lucathedreamer

Middle of the Deep End || Underdogs

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@knightley--phillip

For a relatively small town, Giulia had found that Swynlake's tinder was honestly pretty good. Her tiny little coastal village had been a tinder graveyard. Once you had either hooked up or gone on a date with the five or six other people on it, you had pretty much gone through the whole roster. Occasionally tourists would pass through which would spice things up a little bit, but that didn't happen very often, and it ended up being a pretty useless app to have on your phone.

Here, though, Giulia was always meeting someone new, and she was glad that some of them cut right to the chase. Like, for example, Phil. Whom she had invited round pretty much as soon as the conversation had allowed it, because why waste time? One of her roommates was away at some kind of dental student convention and the other was staying with her boyfriend for the weekend, so she had the house entirely to herself. If she didn't strike fast, she'd miss her chance.

She had worked the lunch shift at Gusteau's and had picked up a few bottles of wine on her way home - not that she thought they would get through them or anything, just that she liked to have something for everyone's taste. She was only just pulling the cork out of the bottle of rosé when she heard the knock at the front door, and so she set the corkscrew down, doing a quick check to make sure her hair was fine in the mirror by the door before she answered it.

"Phil," Giulia said with a smile as she pulled the door open, stepping aside to let him past. "Come on in."

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Vuoi dormire con me stanotte? || Phiulia