#hellasgraeci

“Ah, really?” Iraklis asked while he put the money into a small box which read ‘kisses’, “I set the price to be low, so people might buy even more kisses…” He explained, frowning to himself while he thought her words over.

“Should I raise the price?” He asked, quirking a brow while leaning in over the booth’s counter with his arms folded under himself, so he was within reach of her lips.

“I’d recommend €15 to €20 personally but if you insist on selling yourself at clearance prices,  €5 is the lowest I will accept.” Was this business talk or self esteem talk? Frankly, who knew? Either way, an amount quite a bit heftier than his asking price was slid across the table before she did a quick lipstick and fresh breath check.

"For €1, I'll kiss you as well."

“Right,” Ludwig nodded, clearing his throat and following suit in looking up towards the sky. “I suppose I’ll have to find more things to do inside later on, then.” 

He isn’t opposed to rain - though, he hadn’t brought any kind of rain protection with him. That would probably be an easy fix, though. 

Despite the kiss being rather bad, and almost missing his mouth completely, Iraklis offered a smile afterwards and hummed, “Sure, no homo.”

[text:] that looks awfully cold, I’m shivering just looking at the picture

It took a moment for Elizaveta to gain her bearings, staring at Iraklis dumbly as she thought, before attempting to answer his question.

“Good thing they managed to get it right this year then.” The Greek man smiled, and then leant down a little so she wouldn’t have to stretch herself too much in order to reach him.

The nudges hadn’t worked properly on him, instead he had more or less just swatted her hand away. The kiss on his lips however certainly woke him, but he only opened one eye to look at her, “… Do you normally wake people in that way?”