But even if you want to escape you can´t.

Greece: So you have chosen death.

What's more was that there were no classes that needed taking care of, no clients to talk to, so today, he was free to do as he wished.

Romulus was certainly already doing that by manhandling him like he was, but Sadik couldn't say that he disliked it--quite the contrary, in fact and yet he still pulled away, rosy in the face, to speak and not give the Roman what he wanted just yet; his voice betrayed him though.

"You're bein' way too smooth today," Sadik murmured, unable to stop his smile as he listened carefully as to what the Roman had to say. As far as he was concerned though, it sounded like some good news overall. The Roman had been using his expertise to help others in need, and he'd been thinking about Sadik as well which caused the warmth in the Turk's chest to blossom just a bit more.

Squeezing the Roman just a little closer, the smile remain bright.

"That was a good idea--I'm proud of you."

"Not too hungry then? Alright, no suggestions for the time being then since I'm feeling the same way. Yer a big man though--bigger than me--so I just thought I'd ask just in case."

With an easy smile, Sadik briefly rubbed the back of his neck before he took a moment to stretch as he thought the offer over.

Not everything had washed away from their past nor would it ever be, but the Turk was certainly filled with much more warmth that he had been since their first reunion in the more modern day some time ago.

Time was like sand, easily slipping through Sadik's fingers in the tiniest of cracks...

He has possibly spied (1) singular Sadik. Romulus is gearing up to rush across the expanse and give him the biggest hug ever. Be warned.

Wait, Romulus--oh, hell, he was already running over--

It is not quite crushing, the hug, but Sadik can't do anything else other than hold onto the other man in return, cheeks a bit rosy, but when he moved to speak, his tone is amused.

Wim Bim ... really??

"...This isn't my number. You mixed the last two digits. Must be your old age."

That wasn't the right number? It was enough to embarrass the Turk so much so that he sat down the cup of coffee that he had order, cheeks turning rosy from the unexpected situation. How could he have gotten that mixed up? All the miscommunication he'd suffered through these past couple of months with the Dutchman was all down to a little number mismatch?

Sure enough though, the Turk's face soured a little despite the honest embarrassment gracing his warm features as he insult registered.

"Now hold on a minute--I ain't that old! It was just a mistake!"

Shit. He was looking way too amused by this, and though he was annoyed ontop of his embarrassment now, he took his phone back carefully. There was no reason to take it out on his precious device after all.

"Ah," he murmurs at the explanation, lips pursing as a fingertip presses down his sunglasses to look up at the other man. His eyes flick down to his outfit, and back up to his face. There's little shock that he's found here by the sea, the sun beating down on the man as he tans. He rolls on the towel onto his stomach, resting his chin in an open hand.

However, the Turk was pulled away from his idle thoughts at the movement near him--João had shifted on his towel, it seemed--and once again, his attention settled on the other man again. Well, a few moments, until he spoke up, which drew Sadik's attention back to his face.

Tch. What an inviting smile.

Despite how annoying he could be at times, he really was nice to look at and yet, despite even that, Sadik was not yet ready to give the Portuguese man what he wanted. So, instead of making himself comfortable on the towel next to him, the Turk stepped a little bit off to the side, back turning to the other brunet and began to wrestle his shirt off with the excitement of a child. He'd come prepared because he was wearing a speedo underneath his warm weather street clothes, but it hadn't been a plan to swim so soon until now.