Part 2.2

[aphanon_dr]

W-whoops, sorry about that. Enjoy the second part of the.... second part! :D

Won't be around as often, so feel free to do your own comment spamming to spread out the heavy threads over several pages.

Comments

[attaturk]

[he can't believe Greece still hasn't gotten up. He'd even made breakfast (kind of - honey and jam on kaymak with black tea). Well! Fine! Not like Turkey had to wait for him or anything! He had plenty of things to do today!]

[so he digs around the drawer for the post-its he'd almost forgotten he had and slaps one on the fridge]

gushiest mental

[attaturk]

Shut it!

[blindly swats at you without looking away from the television - this is his version of Brad Pitt here, you can't talk over him]

[greciangod]

[gets hit on the arm and swats back, also unwilling to look away]

Shh!

[attaturk]

[pushes your arm out of his face - he can't see damn it!]

Huh!

[greciangod]

[hey, that was unnecessary]

I said shh!

[grabs a couch pillow sitting next to him and swings it at you]

[attaturk]

[direct hit!]

The hell?!

[grabs it up and shoves it at your face to obstruct your view]

Quit talkin'!

[greciangod]

[shoves back, trying to follow the story while wrestling over the pillow]

You're the one talking!

[attaturk]

[keeps glancing back over to the screen in between shoves]

Jus' said somethin'! So shut it!

[greciangod]

You're still talking!

[gives up on the shoving and just tries to hold the pillow in place so it doesn't obstruct his view]

[attaturk]

Am not!

[pushes the pillow once, but since you're not fighting back anymore, lets it drop and sits quietly again]

[greciangod]

Are too!

[keeps a hand on the pillow just in case, but since you're sitting quietly, so does he, allowing the drama to suck him in completely until once again]

[attaturk]

[grumbles an indistinct insult, but can't do anything to retaliate since you've quieted down as well]

[falls back into the plot almost forgetting he has company]

[greciangod]

[the little truce continues until the next commercial break, when he quickly grabs the pillow again and smacks you in the face]

...what's for dinner?

[attaturk]

[growls and grabs it from you and gives you your own smack over the sounds of a Yedigün orange soda advertisement]

Already asked what ya wanted! Twice!

[greciangod]

You did not!

[since you stole his pillow, reaches and grabs another one and swings it at you]

All I heard was annoying sounds from you as I was trying to watch this show!

[attaturk]

[blocks with his own pillow!]

Hearin' goin' now? Must be real sick if it's agin' ya that fast! Asked ya--!

[catches sight of what you're wearing for the first time]

What the hell're you wearing?!