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Started July 17, 2018 by Deleted user

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Erikos made a noise halfway between a choked giggle and a gasp. He continued to laugh before finally managing to gasp for air, a hand reaching up to wipe at the corners of his eyes

"I'm surprised I made you laugh that hard. Most of the god's say my jokes are about as dead as the spirits in the underworld," Daus said, laughing as he watched Erikos continue to giggle and wipe the corners of his eyes. It had honestly been a long time since he had laughed that much with someone, so he really enjoyed it.

Erikos snorted at that. “Oh god, don’t make me laugh again. My sides and cheeks hurt,” he laughed, sitting up and using the ends of his poncho to wipe his eyes. Doing so exposed a decent slice of his abs, since he wasn’t wearing a shirt beneath the poncho

Daus opened his mouth to say something, though when Erikos lifted his poncho up, it closed again and all his gaze seemed to do was travel down towards their abs. Feeling his cheeks warm, he turned around in hope that the obvious, pink tint on his cheeks would leave.

Erikos finished wiping at his eyes, his poncho dropping back in place. He tilted his head curiously at the fact that Dais now has his back to him. “Daus, what’s wrong?” he asked, mistaking the way he was turned away as his being upset

"Uh, nothing," Daus answered, looking back towards Erikos and smiling a bit to prove that he was alright as he hoped that the blush on his cheeks had disappeared. "I'm just thinking…about how I made it to Portugal and the other gods," he lied, shrugging faintly to assure Erikos that he wasn't upset at all. The other gods had never been quite welcoming towards him since he was from the underworld and used to be a human, though they were the only family he had at this point. Hopefully, some of them were actually looking for him…not that he didn't like being around Erikos.

“Well, you shouldn’t worry too much,” Erikos said, grinning as he flopped on his back in Daus’ lap. He smiled widely up at Daus, seemingly not noticing that he was causing the pinkness still lingering in the other’s cheeks

Daus nodded, almost sure that his cheeks had flushed even more as Erikos layed down in his lap. He returned their smile with a small one, mentally willing the blush to go away. "I'm a professionally trained worrier. That and procrastination," he joked, trying to use that to cover up the pink tint in his cheeks.

"Same here. If I'm good at one thing, it's procrastination. And eating," Erikos chuckled, shifting a bit as he made himself comfortable in Daus' lap. Vien above was peeking unnoticed through the trapdoor, secretly making bets with Baal on who would ask the other out first

"I definitely agree with the eating part," Daus hummed, chuckling lightly as he looked down towards Erikos as they shifted a bit. He tucked a few strands of his curly hair away from his face in an attempt to distract the other from the pink tint lingering on his cheeks.

"Why are your cheeks pink?" Erikos asked curiously, blue eyes watching Daus curiously above him. "Is it from laughing or something?" he continued to ask, completely oblivious to why Daus was blushing

"Something like that," Daus shrugged as he looked down and met Erikos' blue eyes, studying them for a few moments. "Also, I'm usually pretty bad at conversations, so you could say that I'm nervous…" He added, glad that his cheeks didn't feel as flushed as earlier.

"Well, there's nothing to be nervous about," Erikos said as if it was obvious. "I talk enough for fifty people, so even though I'm annoying half the time, I like to think I'm easy to talk to," he said with a small laugh. He propped his arms up beneath his head, exposing his lower torso yet again

"Well, I like to think that I'm a twig compared to most people," Daus added, chuckling lightly at Erikos' response as he motioned towards the other man's abs. He barely ate or slept most of the time, so the mix clearly reflected on himself.

"Don't worry, I get teased all the time for looking like a twig even though I'm actually decently muscular. It's just more…streamlined, I guess," Erikos said with a shrug. "I'm not as twiggy as you, though," he teased, one hand moving to poke Daus' stomach

"You? A twig?" Daus asked incredulously, a small laugh escaping him when Erikos poked his stomach. "You have a six pack, which immediately means that you aren't a twig," he added, poking Erikos' stomach in addition to response as a grin crossed his lips.

Erikos laughed a little, his cheeks flushing a small bit. "Aw, thanks," he chuckled, shifting a bit in Daus' lap as he grinned up at him. Suddenly, a strange thought came to mind. He had actually sort of missed Daus' touch. Odd

Daus hummed in thought, a dorky smile still on his face as he looked down towards Erikos as well, laughing softly at their bright grin. For some reason, Erikos seemed like the only person he had actually smiled or laughed around in a while.

Erikos opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by his father's voice from down the hall. "Lights out Erikos, it's nearly midnight!" he called, and Erikos rolled his eyes.

"It's only nine dad, that's not almost midnight!" he called back before sliding off of Daus. He stretched, a small yawn escaping him before he looked at the bed. "You might have to share the bed with me, I don't trust anything in the loft after Vien's willowheart."

"Are you sure? I can take the floor," Daus answered, yawning faintly as he looked towards Erikos, missing being so close to them for some odd reason. Ignoring the thought, he instead ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it. "Trust me, the floor wouldn't be terrible compared to other things I've slept on," He added, a joking tone in his voice.

"Which is exactly why you're using the bed. There's no point in making you uncomfortable. Besides, guests don't sleep on the floor," Erikos insisted. He rubbed at his eyes for a moment, tugging his poncho off and setting it lazily off to the side. His skin was littered with a myriad of henna tattoos, and he yawned again as he flopped onto the bed

Daus nodded and yawned again, tugging his curly hair out of the small tie it was looped around in. He was going to cut it a week ago, but he had never gotten to it. Not that he really cared what his hair looked like anyways. Stretching a bit, Daus walked towards the other side of the bed and laid down, already feeling a strange wave of exhaustion.

"C'mon," Erikos insisted, flipping back the comfortable-looking covers before crawling inside. "It's comfy," he said in a sing-song voice, trying to get Daus to clamber in as well

"Alright," Daus sighed, chuckling a bit at Erikos' tone as he slipped under the covers as well. Erikos wasn't lying, they were very comfortable. He yawned again, running a hand through his curls before he laid down once again.

Erikos shifted a bit, awkwardly hugging one of the large pillows as he turned to look at Daus. "Comfy, right? It's all rich people material, stuff that we had to trade a bunch to get. Worth it though, because it's super comfy."