Oh my.. GHIKNCFHJNJJDCBJJJDTHVT /flails ))
(OOC: …That’s a keysmash of approval, right?)
salaryman-san asked: I'm not sure if I've told you this before, but I really like how you RP Herakles. It's nice to see him interact with all the other nations too, instead of being limited to just Japan or Turkey. Thank you for doing justice to his characterisation!
(OOC: Thank you so much for telling me, really.
More often than not, my Greece interacts with anyone but Turkey, and there have been quite a few Japan’s in which I have RP’d with, actually. But… I have no Turkey anyway, so any RP between Sadik and my Heracles will be held off until I am able to find one to interact with.
I try not to limit my characters whenever I play them; how else would character development happen at all, you know?
Thank you again. Your kind words mean a lot.~)
#…And I miss her so very much…
“…Do you want anything for Mother’s Day, Mama..? A present..? Do you want to do something fun together..?”
Merely being able to spend some time with you would be more than enough, my dear.
“…Are you sure..? I could throw together a small trip for us - a holiday, if you will… Only the best for you, Mama… You deserve the world and no less than that, especially on such a day as Mother’s Day…”
I am, yes.
—In fact, I would go so far as to say that you are my world in these times. Indeed, the only thing I have left that isn’t in ruins. Anything would be absolutely fine, Heracles.
The Greek man couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit, giddy immediately upon receiving such information. He leans over, wrapping his arms around the woman to the best of his ability and gives her a strong, long-lasting hug. “…Then I will keep it simple enough for now… I will cook for you and spend the entire day with you…”
Kiku could only release a soft breath at the unintended eskimo kiss, brushing away the dark tresses away from light eyes from the shaking of the other’s head. “I do not think it is something to be ashamed of, as you have done so out of curiosity, correct? If you seem to enjoy it, then so it shall. I have to admit, there are a few songs I have come to favor from Alfred. He can carry a good taste in music.”
He blinks a few times slowly, shrugging once as calmly as can be. “…Well, of course that is true… I do enjoy the music and the rhythm in which they deliver the lyrics… Though the content is what I have a problem with… I suppose I shouldn’t pay attention to the lyrics, as that’s really the only thing that bothers me…” Heracles sunk closer and brushed past the side of the man’s face with his nose, nuzzling into the black locks nearest him upon reaching there with his mouth.
“…His music can be very nice, that is certain…”
“Alfred is known for his rather extensive… colorful use of language,” he summed along, “Perhaps there is a version where the voices are not included, there are those usually done for karaoke bars.” Kiku was unable to help but chuckle at the ticklish sensation of the nose brushing his skin, turning his head to a slight angle to press a kiss into dark locks of hair. “Mm, I am rather akin to his genre of jazz music, it is very soothing and comfortable to hear, as old fashioned that may sound of me.”
“…I have not been to any sort of karaoke bar in quite some time… I never go, as I don’t often sing more than in my own language or the lullabies and hymns of my mother’s…” The Greek nodded in agreement, a easy purr slipping through his lips in the form of a reply. “…Yes, and I as well… I enjoy jazz, and have a soft spot for blues music, too… They’re very versatile genres, those two…” He lifted up a hand to cradle the other side of the Japanese man’s head, tangling the fingers in the hair there as he quirked his head to the side, pressing a few soft kisses on the backside of Kiku’s earlobe.
Heracles, why are you so adorable.“…I’m not adorable…”
“…I’m manly as hell…”
He stifled a laugh, lightly poking the tanned cheek in opposition. “You have indeed heard too much of Alfred’s music, Heracles.”
Heracles shook his head almost sadly, disappointed in himself as the movement only caused his nose to rub against the other’s as he did so; the eskimo kiss-like action was very much welcome to him personally, however. “…I must agree… I am ashamed to have listened to so much of it… But I couldn’t help but to continue, as some of it just had a good beat or was just so… Catchy…”
Kiku could only release a soft breath at the unintended eskimo kiss, brushing away the dark tresses away from light eyes from the shaking of the other’s head. “I do not think it is something to be ashamed of, as you have done so out of curiosity, correct? If you seem to enjoy it, then so it shall. I have to admit, there are a few songs I have come to favor from Alfred. He can carry a good taste in music.”
He blinks a few times slowly, shrugging once as calmly as can be. “…Well, of course that is true… I do enjoy the music and the rhythm in which they deliver the lyrics… Though the content is what I have a problem with… I suppose I shouldn’t pay attention to the lyrics, as that’s really the only thing that bothers me…” Heracles sunk closer and brushed past the side of the man’s face with his nose, nuzzling into the black locks nearest him upon reaching there with his mouth.
“…His music can be very nice, that is certain…”
#…And I miss her so very much…
“…Do you want anything for Mother’s Day, Mama..? A present..? Do you want to do something fun together..?”
Merely being able to spend some time with you would be more than enough, my dear.
“…Are you sure..? I could throw together a small trip for us - a holiday, if you will… Only the best for you, Mama… You deserve the world and no less than that, especially on such a day as Mother’s Day…”
