GIRIPAN HEADCANONS II
Pandatryoshka asked me to make more, so I just agreed (yes, I'm a very simple girl). Here is, after a long time, a new chapter!
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BUSY LINE
Duuuuuuu…
Duuuuuuu…
Duuuuuuu…
Shit, busy line. Kiku was a very patient man. And a very complicated one when it came to love. So when you mix the two, well you got a very impatient Kiku waiting for his lover Herakles to pick up the phone.
Come on, Hera-kun, why don't you pick up the line? I'm worried, right now…
Are you sick?
A mini heart attack went through him. Hera-kun had been a bit down recently, because of his boss, his economics, et caetera… But what if he was really sick now? Kiku paled at the thought. Poor Herakles, he thought, home stuck and crushed by fever, half naked because of the heat… What the f**ck, brain?
Duuuuuuu…
Hera-kun, you said one day you had never seen me mad, didn't you? Well now is the right time, because if you don't pick up…
He sighed, because once again, no one picked up.
Maybe he's having a nap? Or worse… He maybe with someone else!
Kiku began to feel the anger bubbling up inside him, and he clutched the phone nervously with both hands. He wandered about the room impatiently, looking for Tama, who was, even being a cat, pretty much aware his master was going to enter in the Godzilla-Kiku mode, and thus preferred to hide somewhere in the house out of his range. But really, what if Hera-kun was with someone else? He began to think he hadn't been a good boyfriend for him, that he had been too distant –but it wasn't his fault if he was so shy!- and that he hadn't shown enough affection to Herakles' liking, and now he was definitely going to be alone all his life, and he was going to lose his dear Hera-kun, and what would he do then, and…
"Hello? Kiku?"
Said person was in the middle of dying from the surprise, and he was trying to regain composure and say something, what could he do now…?
"Kiku, are you alright? What did you want to tell me about?
-Eh? Ah! Well, nothing, I just wanted to chat…"
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HAIR
Herakles is a heavy sleeper: that is no news. It only allows Kiku, in the morning, to run drowsily his hands through Herakles' thick hair.
It is really curly, but surprisingly, it would never get tangled, even when Kiku would repeatedly work his finger through the messy strands. Curly hair has always held an exotic feeling in Kiku's mind, and Greece is the perfect example of what he calls an exotic country.
The color is amazing too. It isn't blond, nor it is dark, it's just a chestnut color melted with rare golden reflects. Kiku once saw some of Italy's painting and… it's like the color of the little angels' hair, he decided.
It smells good too. And whenever Kiku would scoop close to smell it, only then, Herakles would wake up (though he was pretty much awake the whole time).
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That was short! But I had no other idea… Sorry… I deserve to die… And to be buried in bullshit… Well, I enjoyed writing this anyway.