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Cats. Cats everywhere. Right now Xan was over at Greece's house watching the sunset, life pass him by and the occasional strand of cat hair that would drift in the air. The Cypriot twitched watching the short strand just float in the air, suddenly he felt as if he were surrounded in filth. He didn't hate cats, not by a long shot, but this was something he couldn't deal with. Finally, Xan rose from the couch and left.
Sweat was just about the only thing that made a difference between the dust and dirt covered Greek and the crater he dug below himself. He'd actually finished his mining sometime ago and was enjoying his break session sitting against the walls of the pit he had made. Eyes closed and body resting, he was comfortable and in a state of peace, or at least was until some of his cats literally ran to him with distressed mews and bristled fur.
"What's wrong little ones?" The Greek cracked open his eyes, stroking the fur of the kittens surrounding him. Lazily rising to his feet and climbed out of the pit to see all of his cats, jumping, running and flying out of the front door and all of the windows on the first floor. What could it be this time? Maybe he was having another one if his momentary bitch fits. The poor Greek put down his kittens and walked cautiously to the house. As he got closer, he could hear the sound of a vacuum and Xan going off in Turkish, then Cypriot Greek, then plain Greek and then Cypriot Greek again. By the time he got to the door and could hear him clearly, he was mentally strangling his inner self for not coming armed with the shovel he was digging with. Xan got…violent, sometimes.
Upon walking inside, Heracles froze immediately. Though Xan's face was covered with his hair like it almost always was, he could still feel the intense heat and anger that radiated most belligerently from it. "Grecia…" His word were icy in contrast to his most focus and concentrated gaze upon his cousin who made the smartest choice he could, keeping his mouth shut. "I'm cleaning, you're filthy, go take a bath or I will beat you to death with this vacuum cleaner!" He raised his voice on the last 10 words or so of the sentence.
Heracles had already suspected that Xan might have automysophobia and supposed that he couldn't blame the boy for his extreme reactions and fits. That and Xan did actually try to kill him with a vacuum cleaner once, and if he weren't rushed to a hospital, the boy would've succeeded. Slowly and eyeing the Cypriot's grip on the handle of the vacuum, he made his way upstairs and took a shower as instructed.
Speaking of the grip he had on the handle of the vacuum, the poor thing was cracking due to the most constricting intensity and force around it. The slim, smaller frame literally trembled and twitched in anger, witnessing the dirty foot prints left by the Greek. Xan knew there were over a million insults on his tongue but bit it and sighed, attempting a cool down session. He would borrow Sadik's hookah later.
[5:21:28 AM] Full Name: Heracles had already suspected that Xan might have automysophobia and supposed that he couldn't blame the boy for his extreme reactions and fits. That and Xan did actually try to kill him with a vacuum cleaner once, and if he weren't rushed to a hospital, the boy would've succeeded. Slowly and eyeing the Cypriot's grip on the handle of the vacuum, he made his way upstairs and took a shower as instructed.
Speaking of the grip he had on the handle of the vacuum, the poor thing was cracking due to the most constricting intensity and force around it. The slim, smaller frame literally trembled and twitched in anger, witnessing the dirty foot prints left by the Greek. Xan knew there were over a million insults on his tongue but bit it and sighed, attempting a cool down session. He would borrow Sadik's hookah later.