Addictions To Fluff (Closed to Heracles and Ivan)

[Ivan Braginski]

Being chipper was a natural ability of his, though his alter ego found it frustrating and would much rather bludgeon someone to death with a club, and so he was a little conflicted. This internal confliction appeared in his current appearance. It wasn't the American based dark blue jeans with holes in the knees that showed it. Nor was it the large blue on dark blue sweater hanging loosely on his form. Even his leather boots with their folded tops didn't seem odd.

It was the ears atop his head. And the long tail swiping through the air behind him. The rounded white and black ears appeared through pale blonde hair, seeming more an accessory than a deformity. The tail went through a hole in the jeans, right between the back pockets, and comfortably hung from there. He was quite obviously far from any normal being, but he didn't have high opinions on the terminology of normal.

Soft violet eyes gazed around the commons as many students had flooded it for their time between classes. The American boy he liked to bother, Alfred, wasn't in here. It made the ears lower slightly and his tail go limp. How terribly sad! He was going to bully him too! Now he had to find something to- OOOH! What was that? It was so bright and why did it move so much?! Books and bag went to the floor as he charged the wall and sat down, staring at the anomaly. Violet eyes let irises shrink as pupils grew large. His mouth fell open at the miracle and a hand slapped at the light. Ah! It moved again!

Had Ivan been listening to Braginski and not let the tiger take over, he would know that the light was a reflection off an animate talker's watch. Fortunately for the sake of this lulzy story he didn't listen and now looked rather ridiculous. His tail flicked as he switched into predatory mode. He was having far too much fun chasing this little light. Thankfully no one important was there. Like his sisters. Like Belarus. Like that freaking snake that scared the hell out of him.



((OC:: Sorry to take so long! I've had the post for some time, but for some reason neither Maple nor myself could possibly get it up. The board hates Ivan, I fear! I'm also sorry about how short it is. I shall do better. o(_ _)o ))

[Heracles Karpusi]

{{ Aahaa, don’t fret , darling~ It’s a beautiful start and it had me lawling and baaaww’ing inside the whole time!! Ivan, this side of you is so adorable!! >U< }}

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This was an average day and for that it was well enjoyed. It was a perfect weather, not to hot and not too cold. It wasn’t too windy, but had just the right amount of a gentle breeze. Of course, that nice, soft breeze was something those inside wouldn’t be able to feel, but if one knew the right place and cracked open a window, it was the best spot in the world (or well, one of the best spots).

A yawn escaped during sleep which was actually a wonder. Can one even yawn in their sleep? Most probably couldn’t or at least didn’t, but for this Greek it, well...seemed rather likely.

Heracles rolled in his sleep, turning from one side to the other before curling back up a bit. His hair fell over his face, covering bits of his closed eyes and curled slightly by the corner his lips. His simple white t-shirt lifted up during his move, revealing just a tad of his olive tanned skin and even his loose dark blue jeans sagged a bit, a hint of his kitty paw print boxers showing off.

But even if he was awake, he wouldn’t care that he showed some skin; he was Greek after all.

A content sigh soon escaped the Greek’s nose as a gentle, cool breeze blew softly from the open window he slept under and brushed against his bare skin. Oh yes, this was definitely a good spot. Off near a corner in the Commons, farther away from where most of the students clustered, underneath that lovely open window. If only cats were allowed in, he wouldn’t mind cuddling with one….or several. They were such lovable creatures, he loved them so much.

A light smile curved his lips as he dreamed about their furry cuteness.

[Ivan Braginski]

((Most excellent! I had worried! x3 I'm glad you enjoy him. I'm basing him off my cat. xD))

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That glorious light. Oh! That light of lights! It was gone now. Yet, in its stead with its many strange functions, now moved a bug. Not just any bug. A hoppy kind. A grasshopper of quite some size. The young man crouched behind it and reached to slap it. Yet it moved! An inhuman mewl, then clicking, left his hidden throat. The pursuit went on until the insect rested close to the dozing Greek were he lay.

"Ivan. There's someone there. Ivan. Ivan!!!" Braginski scolded from inside. Yet what good did it do?

Ivan crept closer, so slowly. His knees rested on the ground, toes downward, tail flicking from the raised rump. The broad torso hung close to the ground as he flexed the shoulder blades. He was a hunter. And it was pouncing time.

It moved again! He had pounced and now rested near the dozing one. Violet eyes were still round and a purring left him. His nose twitched as he sniffed at him. Fingers reached out and batted a strand of hair. Silly human! It was in the way!

He was in the way. Oh God, what was he doing?!

[Heracles Karpusi]

{{ your cat sounds cute and awesome then |D }}

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Heracles was very well known to be a heavy sleeper which one would think odd since he so resembled a cat. So a loud noise would sound near him; all it would do is make him lightly grumble in sleep, maybe cause him to roll onto his back or the other side. And maybe, just maybe, it would have his eyes flutter open just a tad to see if he could locate the cause or source of the sound, but not long after they would fall shut again for slumber.

At the same token, however, he was rather sensitive to touch. The Greek was, after all, a very sensual young man who, in a way, openly admitted his enjoyment of human touch (even if it meant having him change half way). So it wasn’t much of a surprise when Heracles’ closed eyes twitched at the faint movement of his hair from his face (or rather, this playful feel as if a cat was batting and trying to catch a few strands of his hair).

The corner of his lips twitched into a quick smile before it quickly faded as eyes slowly fluttered open. Heracles’ laid there for a moment, waiting for his blurry vision to adjust and clearly see which didn’t take long at all. Blue-green eyes moved towards where he felt, not paws, but the fingers of a human hand. His head moved slightly so that he could see more and what came into vision was a young man of pale blonde hair with the most…..were those cat ears? Heracles, for a moment, found himself lost in a trance of bewildering awe at this sight; it didn’t matter what kind of cat, he loved cats.

But best not to abruptly pounce the other male just to fondle those furry appendages, else he’d most likely startle him. From where he lay, looking over his shoulder, Heracles’ smile charmingly at this newcomer. “Γειά σου,” he greeted in his native tongue.

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Translations:

Γειά σου --> (Geiá sou) Hello

[Ivan Braginski]

((Charmingly cross-eyed sweet! And I do love your Hera so very much!))

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The dark-skinned man had stirred. Such shocking eyes! He found himself smiling a little. The tongue he spoke was odd, yet strangely soothing. Not so odd as was his own.

"Привет." He spoke back almost shyly. His long tail flicked back and forth in curiosity, his pupils much wider than normal, and a purr occasionally left his hidden throat.

"Vanya, stop it. Leave this dark man and go on. I don't want you near him."

Ivan scowled for a moment and flicked his tail again. No, he was not just going to walk away. He hadn't exactly made friends here and the idea of finally getting to was to tempting.

"If you continue to stay by him I'll make you regret it. Come on! Now!"

Regret it? Braginski did hate other people. They couldn't be trusted, could they?

Striped ears lowered and his tail hung low. He was sad to know that Braginski was likely right. How could he not be?

"I have go now. Sorry to be bothering you." He offered a small smile and rose to his feet. Damn!

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Привет = Hello

[Heracles Karpusi]

[[ ffffffuuu, sorry for the wait and my deepest apologies that this is not very long. D| ]]

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This young man seemed to have gotten more peculiar which instantly caught the Greek’s interest even more (as if the cat tail and ears were not enough of a reason). He could not understand the other male’s native tongue, but Heracles assumed that it was a returned greeting.

But so curious this Russian (it was so clear now that he was of this ethnicity) was turning out to be. The Greek took note of that seemingly playful flick of the Russian’s tail and the faint purr that rolled through his throat. Heracles also took notice of a change in personality or moreso demeanor. One moment, this man seemed to be curious and now, rather submissive and timid.

“You were of no bother,” Heracles replied sweetly, rolling completely onto his back. “Surely it is not important, that you can stay for a while longer.”

The Greek watched as the young feline rose to his feet and Heracles couldn’t resist anymore, he had to at least pet the tail before the man was to leave. So he did, his olive tanned hand slowly stretching out a bit to run his fingers against the soft fur, a cute smile plastered on his lips.

[Ivan Braginski]

[[I'll forgive you if you can forgive me. Lots of stuff going on over here for me. Blargh. :c ]]

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The man had spoken so kindly, so gently, that he had paused for a moment. Apparently this moment was long enough for Heracles to touch his tender tail. A loud mewl rose from his throat, the ears became erect and pointed forward, and the tip of his tail quivered from his alarmed state. He had, in all honesty, never been petted or had his tail touched. To have it so gently grabbed caused him to tremble. Immediately he sat and turned violet eyes on the dark-skinned male.

There was a tension in him as the tip twitched. Was this a threat, was the boy merely playing, or was this a physical suggestion Ivan was not at all familiar with? His tail could mean much and at this moment it meant he was quite vulnerable.

"Get him away from it, Vanya! I don't want him touching you!"

"But I want him to, Braginski. He is not hurting me. I want friend." He spoke softly to himself, ears folding and unfolding against his head in slight agitation. Braginski so often ruined things for him. Yet, Ivan would never wish him away. The other half was his protector and true colleague. He'd be alone without him.