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WHO: Heracles & Ion
WHEN: 11th July, after one in the afternoon
WHERE: At the park ->
WHAT: Heracles is bored, Ion has ulterior motives. Together, they are the... ~*kittyship*~
Heracles was lounging on his bed quite comfortably, a coursebook open across his chest as if he was hoping to absorb the information through touch alone. Then his alarm clock started to ring, disturbing his line of thought about the nature of beauty, and whether it really had anything to do with goodness at all. Clearly not in the way some Antique thinkers thought, but how about the pleasure viewing beautiful art or, yes, even a person could bring? It was pretty much fact that comfortable living made for happier people which ough to lead to less fighting and such unpleasantness, and beautiful surroundings was one component of that, right? Then again, there would always be people living less comfortably and that could cause friction...
Wait, had there been a reason for the alarm? Heracles stared at the clock. Class maybe... no that time had already passed. He'd only had some boring course for a few hours that day so he hadn't bothered to go anyway. Was it something else... oh right, he was supposed to meet Ion. When was that... he pulled out his phone as he got up. Hm, at one, and it was now thirteen to to one... ok, better get going then.
The time was fifteen past one by the time Heracles pulled in at the edge of the park, most of which he'd spent making sure he looked presentable and notably less of which had been spent driving like the houndsof hell were at his heels. Some of the people unlucky enough to encounter him had certainly been lucky not to be sent to meet their maker, whoever that was.
Unruffled and indeed not having noticed any of the near accidents, Heracles swerved onto the pavement at the edge of the park (not meant for that purpose, but he wasn't staying long anyway, got out of the car and scanned around for Ion.
WHEN: 11th July, after one in the afternoon
WHERE: At the park ->
WHAT: Heracles is bored, Ion has ulterior motives. Together, they are the... ~*kittyship*~
Heracles was lounging on his bed quite comfortably, a coursebook open across his chest as if he was hoping to absorb the information through touch alone. Then his alarm clock started to ring, disturbing his line of thought about the nature of beauty, and whether it really had anything to do with goodness at all. Clearly not in the way some Antique thinkers thought, but how about the pleasure viewing beautiful art or, yes, even a person could bring? It was pretty much fact that comfortable living made for happier people which ough to lead to less fighting and such unpleasantness, and beautiful surroundings was one component of that, right? Then again, there would always be people living less comfortably and that could cause friction...
Wait, had there been a reason for the alarm? Heracles stared at the clock. Class maybe... no that time had already passed. He'd only had some boring course for a few hours that day so he hadn't bothered to go anyway. Was it something else... oh right, he was supposed to meet Ion. When was that... he pulled out his phone as he got up. Hm, at one, and it was now thirteen to to one... ok, better get going then.
The time was fifteen past one by the time Heracles pulled in at the edge of the park, most of which he'd spent making sure he looked presentable and notably less of which had been spent driving like the houndsof hell were at his heels. Some of the people unlucky enough to encounter him had certainly been lucky not to be sent to meet their maker, whoever that was.
Unruffled and indeed not having noticed any of the near accidents, Heracles swerved onto the pavement at the edge of the park (not meant for that purpose, but he wasn't staying long anyway, got out of the car and scanned around for Ion.