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greekgodsandcatnaps started following you

Hey, dude. What’s up?

//Spots an incoming Turkey and Greece confrontation

//OH GOD GETS THE BONGOS

//starts playing a beat.

greekgodsandcatnaps started following you

Hei Greece.

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greekgodsandcatnaps started following you

Szia sir! It is a pleasure to meet you.

ooc: Hungary has amnesia so she doesn’t remember anything. Thanks for following!

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greekgodsandcatnaps replied to your post: “…69…” /no shame

“…I apologize if my bluntness made you feel uncomfortable at all…”

[She shakes her head with a small laugh.] Ne, ne, not at all…a bit unexpected, but believe me, I’m one of t’e last people to feel uncomfortable by such a t’ing~.

greekgodsandcatnaps and blind-eyes-of-a-magician started following you

Hey! [ He smiles. ]

greekgodsandcatnaps started following you

ALL OF MY FAVORITE RPERS ARE FOLLOWING ME

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"...69..." /no shame

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A-ah, Heracles…vell, good to know, I suppose?;;

[chuckles]

The Father Talk That Greece Never Got

Arnbiørn arrived in the Mediterranean nation but a few days after their chat on the phone. The old Norseman was directed by his eldest on where to go, as it was most definitely not the same place he used to travel to so long ago, and he would not be arriving there by the same means, obviously.

He rapped his knuckles against the door of the Greek man’s house and waited there, on the porch, for the answer. He’s never met this man, nor had he ever heard that the woman he knew many years prior had ever bore a son. This would be quite the experience for him.

Scandia still wasn’t sure why his son had wanted him to explain fatherhood to Heracles personally, but he just decided that it was too much energy to ask why or try to understand why. He was better off just getting out of his solitary cottage and travelling a bit. Might as well stretch his legs and talk with someone that didn’t so openly hate his guts.

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