His wicked sense of humor suggests...

[amar_dulce_vin]

WHO: Heracles and the cat boy
WHERE: LU library
WHEN: Monday, May 9th. Around 4 PM.
WHAT: In which CPR does not happen

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[wisdom_of_cats]

Heracles had found that it was suprisingly difficult to find a place where one could think in peace at the university. All too often someone would insist on waking him up, either unintentionally or on purpose. Some of the professors especially got far too upset over it

[amar_dulce_vin]

There was a flaw in that logic; namely, it was not morning, he had work to do, and regardless of this man’s expertise, he was still being kissed by a complete stranger on the dusty floor on the back of a library. If there was a faster way to extinguish a person’s libido, he hadn’t yet heard of such a method.

…but clearly his patient was not dead. In fact, his proficiency (if languid speed) in using his mouth seemed rather…lively. Ion had absolutely no problem delivering a sharp nip to the stranger’s lower lip and leaning away to deliver a stinging slap across his face either.

“Good morning,” he replied sourly, “Is 4 o’clock and time for waking. Now let go of me.”

[wisdom_of_cats]

Heracles blinked, the double dose of pain waking him up all the way. He sat up, hand raising to the red mark blooming on his face as he glanced sleepily around himself.

Oh, so it was the library... and while he had sometimes woken up in stange places with people he only had fuzzy memories of getting to know, he was pretty sure he'd never gotten to know this man in any meaning of the word. Pretty thing as he was, he certainly ought to remember if he had.

Unconcerned by his mistake, Heracles yawned and streched to ease the slight stiffness in his body from sleeping on the cold floor. Then he gave another assessing look at the man who'd woken him.

He didn't really look that pissed about the kiss, Heracles decided, but gave his smile a slight apologetoc tinge anyway, just in case.

"Sorry," he said, voice still slightly rough from sleep "I saw you and thought I was still dreaming," then he had to grin at just how cheesy his own words sounded.

[amar_dulce_vin]

Ion rolled his eyes in deep annoyance; any way you looked at it, the stranger’s words sounded like a badly-executed pick up line.

He sighed expansively and pushed himself up from his crouch, pausing for a moment to brush the dust from his knees and taking a moment to convince himself that he hadn’t really needed his now-absent reference book for his English examinations.

“You are very bad at flirting,” Ion announced crisply, shaking the sensation back into his hand that stung from the slap it had delivered, and using the other to wipe at his mouth in distaste. “Is shame that someone good-looking like you would be so bad at it.”

…he had no issue admitting that this fellow student was indeed rather easy on the eyes.

He was irritated, not blind.