Sadik
is
wandering around the Acropolis curiously. >D
Heracles
is
laying under the shade of the Parthenon, enjoying the warmth of the sun.
spots him but doesn't approach and instead stays back to watch him.
Heracles
is
, for once, not surrounded by cats. It was too hot for them today. He rolls onto his stomach lazily and then gradually raises his rear_
into the air to stretch his sleepy muscles a bit. After stretching and tensing, he rests back down and rolls over back to his stomach.
quirks a brow at the action finding it very feline-like. Could explain why so many cats hung around the Greek. He walks towards him and
nudges him in the side with his foot.
opens an eye in mild surprise at being touched. He can't make out who it is at first due to the sunlight, so he sits up and blinks up at_
him. He smiles. 'Hello. Admiring the view?' he leans back, his hands pressing down on the stone slab behind him.
takes a sit on one of the slabs and shrugs. "It's nice. Nothing I haven't seen before."
frowns a little, wondering if he should stretch again, figuring Turkey probably arrived after he did that. 'Most people think it's amazing.'
glances down. "That's because they've never seen it before." He smirks. "All this used to be under my rule. It would have been stupid of me
not to come visit."
lies back down and closes his eyes. 'It would have been,' He admits, 'but stupid is often your middle name.' He smirks.
rolls his eyes and kicks him in the side. "And brat yours."
winces but returns to his relaxed stance when the pain ebbs away. 'I prefer mine. Better brat than idiot.'
"Funny that you let an idiot rule you for four hundred years in that case."
| It was now the Greek's turn to kick Turkey in the side. 'My mind was on other things...'
glares and rubs at his side. "Yeah, watching me." He snorts. "Don't think I didn't see you."
rolls his eyes. 'Just calculating your weaknesses. I wanted to learn from your mistakes, that's it.' He rolls over again and uses the cat_
stretch to sit himself up onto his knees.
laughed at that. "Well, you picked the worse places to try and pinpoint my weaknesses. You should followed me to battle not to bed."
's cheekbones gain some red colour but he acts flippant. 'You had a comfy bed.' He replies, as if that answered everything.
shakes his head. "Right, and you didn't."
'Well, it's warmer when there's someone else there, isn't it?' He replies quickly. 'And you kept all the good blankets for yourself.'
rolls his eyes. "My bed, my right. And I generated enough heat for two people."
'That's why I frequented your bed so often, then.' He smirks as he pinched Turkey's cheek hard enough for the skin to flush.
growls and slaps the hand away as he grabs the others ear giving it a good sharp and hard pull. "Get your own body heat. It was disturbing
finding you pressed against my chest in the morning." D<
hums, rubbing his ear. 'I don't remember you complaining often.' He muses, 'In fact, if I remember right, you quite enjoyed holding me_
closer.' He grins. 'Was it my good looks?'
Sadik
is
still rubbing at his cheek. "Really? I don't remember not complaining and good lucks...if you have any I have yet to see them."
arches a brow. Instead of replying he stands up fully and steps in front of Turkey. He keeps eye contact as he slowly peels off his t-shirt.
stares at him in bewilderment. "What the hell are you doing?" He growls as his gaze meets that of the Greek. "Put your shirt back on!"
shakes his head, dropping his t shirt to the ground and moving his hands to the fly of his jeans. 'Oh no, you say you haven't noticed any_
good looks. Well, if there are any, they'll be more noticeable without all the clothes, right?' The jeans fall off his hips.
Sadik
gives
him a look. "You realise I won't be giving you money for this strip show, right? And neither will the people around us." He stands up and
grabs Heracles wrist stopping him from taking off anything else...assuming there was anything else to take off. He leans in closer so no one
else would hear. "And this is nothing I haven't seen before." He reminds him. "And neither is it something I want others to see."
looks around. Tourism is something he actively encouraged, especially now when he needed the money it brought with it, but why did the_
tourists have to be here when he didn't want them to be? He settles down next to Turkey and frowns 'You think I'm ugly.' He stated bitterly.
did not think that, he just honestly didn't want anyone but him looking at the Greeks body. He knew that was going to happen but if he
didn't have to see others looking at him than he can continue living in his ignorant world about the Greeks sex life. He bends down and
grabs the Greeks shirt and pants passing it to him before watching him. "I never said you were ugly."
'You probably thought it.' He says as he puts his clothes back on. As if to show his mood, he turns away and purposely settles back_
in the sun a whole four feet away from the Turk, deliberately not looking at him.
sighs as he watches him do this. "You're just assuming things again. Did you even ask me what I was thinking, brat?"
'Didn't have to, although most of your thoughts revolve around me being a brat, and how cool you were back when you ruled the world.' He_
Heracles
says
, rolling his eyes.
rolls his eyes as well and smacks him in the back of the head. "Wow, we have a telepath on our hands." He growls sarcastically. "Look at me
Heracles." D<
takes his time looking at everything else around him before stubbornly looking around at him. 'I'm looking.' He replies sharply.
wanted to beat him for that but refrained. He had more patience. "I never said you were ugly. I just don't want other people looking at
you, understand." Bl That was as honest as he was going to get.
frowned and glanced at those nearby. 'I don't see why not. The more attention I get from others, the less time I have to pay attention_
to you.' It was true. Perhaps not one Greece liked personally, but he wouldn't say that out loud. 'So you're saying you don't want me to_
get naked anymore? Because I'm sorry to say, I like being naked.'
's expression hardened at Greece's words. "If you want less of my attention than I can easily give that to you!" He growls as he gets up and
starts to stomp away. "And do whatever you god damn want to! Be naked in front as many people as you want, fahişe!"
looks shocked at the insult, but instead of getting angry, he berates himself and stands up going after Turkey. 'Look, that's not what_
I meant.' He calls, catching up, 'I just thought you'd prefer it if I didn't have time to bother you myself, alright? No need for..._
that type of name calling...' He normally wouldn't be overly concerned about it, but oddly enough it bothered him coming from Turkey.
doesn't slow down and neither does he pay much attention to Greece when he catches up. "Next time word your phrases better." He hisses still
displeased.
Heracles
is
struggling to keep up with him, having left his shoes back at his sleeping spot, and finally grabs him and half-climbs on his back._
'Stop! I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean-Look just listen to me!'
Sadik
has
no choice but to stop as he feels the Greek nearly scale his back. He pushes Heracles off of him but turns around to face him. "Fine, I'll
listen. What do you want to say to me?"
gets very huffy and feels heat radiating from his head. He clenches his fists and says 'I don't want less of your attention, and I'll stop_
being naked all the time if it really means that much to you.' For him, that was saying a lot.
's eyes widen at those words. "You'd...do that for me?" He asked in disbelief. They weren't on the greatest terms on most times and so to
give something up like that for a neighbour seemed odd.
digs his hands deep in his pockets and shrugs it off. 'Yeah, I mean, whatever...it doesn't really affect me, so...' His cheeks reddened_
and he could feel it. 'If it helps then I can do it. And obviously it would help, so sure.' He felt so awkward now.
Sadik
feels
awkward too. "Just...whatever, I don't actually care if you're naked all the time. Do whatever you want." He stands there in even more
awkwardness. "But, thanks anyway." He says the last part quietly. "I'll remember that."
nods and looks around. 'uh, I need to go back for my shoes...' He starts, rubbing the back of his neck, 'Do you want me to get you a cold_
drink or something from the vendor?' He wasn't sure why he asked, and waits nervously.
glances down at the others feet and realises that yes he is not wearing shoes. "How bout I come with you and we can decide on drinks
together." He says in way of accepting the offer.
nods slowly. That seems...reasonable. He stumbles a bit but then begins to lead them back to his shoes. He slips them on. 'Can't believe_
you made me chase after you bare-footed.' He says humourously.
quirks a brow. "I didn't make you do anything. You did it on your own accord." He smirks as he notices a drink vendor not to far off and
starts to walk in that direction.
follows him. 'Well I had to.' He continues teasing. 'otherwise people would have thought I had broken your heart or something and_
I'd look like the bad guy.' He grins.
snorts. "If I had been crying I think that would have been more believable." He catches the attention of the vendor and glances at Heracles
silently asking him what he wants.
's eyes flicker to an ice cold can of fruit juice, and he then glances back to .
him as if to say 'that one'. The vendor just seems to be confused at the look-sharing.
orders two can of fruit juice before paying the vendor and passing one of the cans to Heracles. He had learned to read the Greek like a
book.
smiles and opens the can hastily, taking a long drink of it. 'Thanks,' He says, looking satisfied and much more relaxed. He then notices_
something but doesn't say anything. .....Turkey's can looked colder than his. D<
nods about to open his can when he notices the look and can only roll his eyes at it. "It's not colder than yours." He says before opening
it and taking a drink himself. "I touched them both. They were the same temperature."
reaches out stubbornly. 'Let me feel.' He says, not believing him.
relinquishes his can to the stubborn Greek. "Fine."
takes it and judges the temperature of both. He stands still for a whole minute, before passing Turkey's can back and peacefully continues_
to walk.
doesn't say anything as he watches before taking his can back. "Almost forgot. Here." He says as he passes the Greeks coat to him. "Your
coat."
looks surprised to see it, having forgotten to pick it up again after his stint at Turkey's home. 'Oh, thanks...' He wraps it through_
/wraps it around his shoulders, happy to have something blocking some sunlight. 'Guess I must have accidently left it.'
quirks a brow amused. "Accidentally left it around my shoulders? Odd place to forget it." He says as he takes a sip.
laughs nervously. 'I-Is that where I left it? Well, you were feeling ill, it was probably the smart thing to do to keep you warm.' _
He watches him from the corner of his eye.
Sadik
is
still very much amused. "I was hungover not sick. Anything else I should know?"
looks alarmed for a moment but calms himself with the knowledge Turkey has passed out when he... 'Nope, nothing I can think of.' He says in_
his breeziest voice.
notices the look of alarm but doesn't say anything about it. Not yet anyway. "I better not find nothing else of yours in my house in that
case." He smirks lightly.
begins to wonder if he has left anything in Turkey's home. Besides his hat. And pyjamas. And Troy DVD (which he hated due to the immense_
amount of mistakes of the true story). And his own journal. And a pair of boxers. Other than that, he couldn't think of anything else. Then_
again, he thinks, maybe I'm forgetting something. He puzzles over it but outwardly shakes his head. 'You won't.'
((Sorry, I just imagine Greece would carelessly leave stuff around, but seeing as he used to live with Turkey he wouldn't view it as a_
big deal 
))
))
doesn't know how the other even managed to smuggle so much stuff in his house without his knowledge. And why did Greece have the Troy DVD
if he didn't like it in the first place. "If I do, it's mine in that case."
'Not unless I get it back first,' he says quietly, smiling a little. He didn't mind losing most of his things to Sadik. He had replacement_
clothes and hats and boxers, and he had stupidly bought Troy before watching it beforehand, and had been so outraged by it he wouldn't_
mind if Turkey just snapped the disc in half. But his journal...yeah, he'd get that back before the Turk found it.
Sadik
wonders
what he has written in it. He should try and find it. "So there is stuff. We'll see."
had last been writing in it when he was visiting Turkey's hallway cupboard, and had left it up on one of the shelves that had been big_
and warm enough for the Greek to lay down on. It was probably tucked under a dozen towels. He was confident he could sneak back in before_
it was discovered. 'There might be, but I don't think you'll find anything important.'
would see about that indeed. "Maybe I should go back and take a look. Just in case." He finishes off his juice.
pauses. He didn't expect him to do that so fast. 'What, now?' He looks around for an excuse but finds none. 'Well, I'll walk you back_
then.' He says finally.
quirks a brow at this but does not complain. ""If you insist. " The Greek was probably going to walk him straight to the journal.
does insist. In fact, his fast steps puts him in the lead as he heads towards Turkey's house.
picks up the speed and passes in front of Greece. His house coming in view/
frowns and considers jumping on his back again but calms himself with the knowledge they were nearly there and Turkey wouldn't know_
where to look.
would look everywhere and find it none the less.
rushes into his house. 'I need to use your toilet.' He says as an excuse, and goes to his bathroom to 'throw him off the scent'.
Sadik
thinks
its his lose in that case and starts looking through his room but only coming up with some boxer shorts and pajamas. He quirks a brow amused
and waits for Heracles to come out of the bathroom to tsk him.
quietly opens the door and tip-toes across down the hall and into the cupboard. He begins climbing up the shelves. 'Here, journal-journal..'
spots something by his TV and heads over to investigate only to frown at the discovery. He picks up the DVD and rolls his eyes before adding
it to the pile of stuff he found that belonged to a certain Greek. He has yet to notice Heracles by the cupboard.
Heracles
feels
around in the towels and at last stumbles across his journal. He then falls and crashes into the floor. 'Ah!' he winces.
Sadik
is
startled by the noise and quickly rushes over to see what had happened. When he gets there he notices a fallen Greek and a book. "What the
hell are you doing in the towels...." He reaches for the book grabbing it and examining it. "What is this." >D
had scrabbled to hide the book but the towels fell on top of him and stopped him grabbing it back. 'It's none of your business, and I think_
you'll find I had it on my possession so you can't just take it!' Dammit dammit dammit - If he reads any recent entries, I'm screwed!
Sadik
is
much more intrigued about the book now. "I'm pretty sure you're lying to me." He says smugly as he drops the pajamas, boxer shorts and DVD
on the Greek to inspect the book forward. "Odd place to be hanging around and from what I remember you weren't carrying this on your
person. You took off most of your clothes and this didn't fall out. So I guess in that case this would be mine." >D
waves all of his other belongings away and stands. 'But I got it back before you found it,' He knew there was no point in lying about_
hiding it on himself or claiming it was nothing special, seeing as that would only make the Turk test that theory by reading some of it._
'so it's back to being mine. Give it back, I mean it!' He repeatedly reaches for the book, not wanting to give up.
shrugs. "Shouldn't have left it in my place." He replies without pity as he keeps pulling the book out of the Greeks grasp. "And I don't see
why you're getting so worked up about it. I'm sure there's nothing that special in it." He goes on as he opens the book slowly going through
the pages.
panics and grabs hold of Turkey's wrist. 'Stop it!' He says, his voice a lot higher than normal, 'I'm serious, it's private!' He manages to_
read upside down and sees Turkey is reading his words from last month, when he started having dreams about a certain Turk - addressed as_
'the asshole-carpet collector' and 'masked Adonis' several times but never by his true name.
had caught a few of those although his Greek was really really rusty and at Heracles plea to stop he slams it shut and passes it to
him. "Probably boring stuff about cats or something anyway."
looks immensely relieved and hugs the book to his thumping chest. 'Cats are not boring!' He says, neither confirming or denying the_
suggestion of the contents. 'But you still don't deserve to read about it anyway.' He tucks the book into his back pocket. He avoids_
Turkey's eyes, feeling that he might have read some stuff and is hiding it.
had actually understood some stuff and is curious about this person named the asshole carpet collector. "Sure whatever and if you wanted a
carpet so bad I could have found you someone nicer to buy from." He grumbles as he moves away from the Greek and back towards his living
room.
flushes at that. He forces his hands into his pockets and follows him. 'Yeah well...He was supposed to be the best.' With that horror out_
the way, he flops onto the couch. 'you can keep the rest of the stuff.'
quirks a brow at the Greeks casualness. "I don't want your stuff. And plus, I can't even use any of it. Take it back with you." He takes a
seat on the arm of the couch his eyes gazing lazily at Heracles. "Was he Turkish at least?"
smiles in a manner only appropriate if hiding something. 'Fine, I will. And to answer your question - he was as Turkish as you could_
possibly get.'
seems a little pleased about that at least. Although, the smile was severely disconcerting. "Wouldn't mind meeting this guy...probably has a
nice collection of carpets. I was thinking of getting a new one."
's smile falters, and he coughs 'Oh, uh, he was no good. And he wouldn't have anything you haven't seen before. It would be a waste of_
time.' He knows he probably should have not rushed through that little explanation... 'Besides..you have enough carpets.'
quirks a brow at that. "But he's a Turkish carpet seller." He states. "He should have more than what I have....and you can never have enough
carpets." He pinches the back of his leg. "Why so quick in discrediting him?" Bl
flinches and turns around on the couch so he can aim a kick at the Turk. 'I'm protecting you from a bad carpet man,' He insists, _
'Appreciate it!'
catches the foot and twists it slightly before letting go of it. "I want to see his horrible carpets first and then I'll believe you." He
insists. "Take me to him and then I'll decide from there."
winces and pulls his leg to his chest. Dammit, he wasn't going to get out of this one unless... 'Fine,' He says, and stands up to brush_
himself off. 'I'll take you. He owns a shop in the Bazaar in Istanbul.' He had to stop himself worrying.
smiles in satisfaction as he gets up and heads to the door. "Great. Lets go."
'Great..' A fake smile is plastered on his face. He follows and makes their way to the main market area. 'G-Gee, I hope he's working today!'
quirks a brow at that. "Why wouldn't he be working. It's wednesday."
frowns to himself. 'He might be...ill.' He finishes pathetically. He walks around as if he has an idea where he's going even though he_
hasn't a clue. Finally he stops. 'O-oh no!' he says, trying to sound alarmed.
follows, idly glancing around amused by all the tourists before he nearly runs into Greece and glances around alarmed as well. "What?!"
points to a poor guy who is in the middle of selling a carpet to some tourists. 'He's been replaced!' He claims, 'See, I told you he was_
a bad guy, so he's lost his job! Oh well, I guess I can't show you him after all.' He acts disappointed.
finds that odd but doesn't really say anything just yet as they turn away to walk back to his house. "Or did he not exist at all and you're
pulling my leg?" He brings up, not at all pleased by this revelation.
snorts. 'Huh - pfft - as if I would go to this length just to fool you!' He avoids Turkey's eyes, knowing he'll see right through his lies.
stops and folds his arms. "If that's so than why won't you look me in the eye?"
'What? I am looking you in the eye! Stop being silly.' His eyes dart around, occasionally landing on Turkey for split seconds.
frowns and decides its just best to drop it. "Whatever, let's just head back so you can take your garbage home."
folds his arms. 'It's not garbage. Well, Troy is, but not the other stuff. Anyway,' He smirks. 'I thought maybe you'd like to keep them._
They can remind you of me.' He laughs, heading back inside Turkey's home.
shakes his head. "I don't need any reminder of you. You're hear often enough. That's reminder enough."
shrugs, gathering his stuff up. 'Well if I'm over so much, maybe you'd prefer I visit other nations?' Although, not many other nations_
were okay with a lot of his habits, so by that he really just means Japan or someone.
stops him from picking up the rest of the stuff. "Fine...." He sighs running a hand through his hair. "Leave them here..."
smiles. That was fortunate. 'You realise if I do, I'll have to come by a lot in order to make sure you're treating my things with respect?'
's lips thin out but he shrugs. "Not like you don't anyway." And it wasn't like he didn't enjoy the others company to a certain degree.
nods. 'Good. Glad you don't mind.' He folds up his clothes and then hangs them on Turkey's arm. 'There. And before I go, you must_
promise not to rip them. I may need these things again one day.'
nods his head several times. "Yeah, yeah, you're clothes will be fine with me. Don't worry about it."
pats the Turk's head as he picks up his jacket. 'Good. I'll stop by and check on them later.' He walks to the door, realising that his_
words made it sound like the clothes were their kids or something.
quirks a brow at that finding it mildly amusing. "Right." He says as he watches the other make their way to the door. "I'll make sure to
feed them and take them out to play." He shakes his head. "They'll be fine. They're just clothes."
steps outside and gives him a serious look. 'No feeding or playing. Knowing you, you'll get them messy and forget to wash them clean.'
snorts. "How bout I put them away and you don't have to worry at all."
nods slowly. 'Okay...but you need to remember to iron th-you know, I'll just call you and tell you what to do.'
((Sorry, I just imagine him stalling and getting oddly strict about his things. XD))
snorts. "Okay. You worry to much. I can't imagine how'd you be if you left a cat of yours in my care."
shrugs. 'We'll never find out, I'd never leave a cat with you. You'd give them the wrong cat food.' He smiles and waves him goodbye.
shakes his head. "Goodbye Heracles."