The Perfect Place...[open]

Heracles yawned, reclining in his chair and looking around. This seemed like a perfect place to get a nap; not too sunny, with no one else around to wake him up. Not that he wouldn't talk with them, but he liked being able to take uninterrupted naps. That so rarely happened nowadays, what with work and school and all of his other responsibilities.

He was grateful to have a steady job, but sometimes he missed the days before work where he could nap anytime he really wanted to without getting worried about being late. He shrugged, curling up in his chair and placing his head on one of the arm rests. He was really too big to sleep in one of these chairs, but he didn't want to take up one of the couches incase someone else did come in.

He closed his eyes and yawned again, quickly drifting to sleep in the warm room.

Heracles woke up as soon as someone started touching his hair, frowning slightly. He looked up to see a blond man looking down at him. "Hm...maybe." He said, sitting up and stretching. He eyed the other man, smiling slightly. The other man was handsome and he looked like he would be fun. It had been a while since Heracles had...indulged in physical contact after all.

His smile widened and he leaned back against the chair, moving so that he was tilted towards the other man. "I'm Heracles." He said, holding out his hand and maintaining eye contact.

"Hm...Francis is a nice name as well. And I like your accent." He said, pulling one of his legs to his chest and hugging it. He rested his head on it and looked up at Francis through his bangs, not feeling bothered enough to move them.

"Hm...Francis? May I ask why you were touching my hair?" He wondered, raising an eyebrow. Francis had pretty eyes, he noted, looking the other man over again. Such a pretty man...He shook his head alittle to move his hair off of his neck, baring it to Francis.

"Ah, I'm from Greece." He said, looking up as someone else came into the room. Maybe he should have gone to his bedroom to catch a nap...Then again, eying Francis, he wouldn't have met the Frenchman quite as quickly.

He blinked, frowning at Francis's question. "I use whatever's cheapist really, I don't often pay attention to what brand it is. But, thank you for liking my hair." The fact that Francis seemed compltely oblivious to his advances annoyed him, however much Francis liked his hair.

He smiled over at the girl who had come in, noticing how nervous she looked. He tried to be as unalarming as possible to her. "Hello, I'm Heracles. And you are?"

He nodded, smiling. He missed his homeland...He raised an eyebrow watching Francis greet Katyusha, vaguely amused. So the Frenchman really did flirt with everyone. Though he had to admit, the girl was cute.

He shook his head slightly, smiling at her. "You're not interupting anything at all Miss Katyusha." He glanced over at Francis, giving him a slightly flat smile. Chit-chatting...mayber Heracles was just bad at flirting. "How are you Miss Katyusha?" He asked, hugging his knee tighter against his chest.