#but at least I can respond to people now skksks

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GUYS I WON BINGO AND GOT FREE INTERNET WE’RE SO BACK!!!

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Mou Leípeis (Kasplon)

Edward ‘Eddie’ Kaspbrak fell in love with a boy who calls himself Michael. He fell in love with a boy who looked like he was carved by the most delicate hand and sounded as if he were the voice of heaven. He fell in love with an angel. The angel of hidden destruction. 

P L A Y L I S T 

The Loved Ones - Sanders Bohlke

True Care - James Vincent McMorrow

Heelah Dancing - Keaton Henson

Let Timber Hold - Dustin Tebbutt

Blood - The Middle East

Gymnopeidie No. 1 - Erik Satie

Alps - Novo Amor

La Lune - Billie Marten

Camille Saint-Saëns - Danse Macabre

Only - RY X

Sneak Peek - 

Eddie Kaspbrak wrote in his bullet journal, the pen of quality black ink wrote words in cursive on the grainy paper. It was a hot day, the sun beamed down with rays of perpetual heat. His mother, Sonia Kaspbrak, sat in her chair, fanning her self with a cheap paper fan. They’ve been living in Athens, Greece for about three years now and it was an eighth wonder that Sonia still couldn’t handle the heat. Eddie had learned to adapt, making sure to wear shorts, the shortest, appropriate, shorts he had and a thin short sleeved button down. On some days he even wore a graphic shirt that had a badly drawn cat with sunglasses.

It was an eternal summer in Athens, it used to be Eddie’s least favorite season, now Eddie could bask in it forever. Today was still hot though, the only breeze was from the opening and closing of the door from Cafe Melina. Foreigners, meaning clueless American people, went into the cafe with starving bodies and came out with small to-go bags full of delicacies and bread. The umbrella above him and his mother seemed to do no justice as perspiration rolled down their foreheads.

“Pigaínete kai párete éna kok” His mother’s gruff and exhausted voice told him. Eddie turned to his mother confused, and slightly annoyed, knowing already that he would have to do whatever she asked.

“Allá den échoun kanéna?” Eddie huffed as his mother waved him off with a scoff. His mother had always known Greek, ever since she was a child, her father would take her into his study and teach her Greek for about an hour. She did the same thing to Eddie, only Eddie was less compliant. He remembers going on a rebellious phase in America where he would force himself to forget everything about the Greek Language and immediately regretted when he was told they were moving to Athens, Ever since, bits and pieces of fluent conversation have been coming back to him, but he still wasn’t at his mother’s level.

“Den me noiázei, rotísete.” He whined as he got up, closing his notebook, hiding it in his bag for no one to see and putting it on. He walked into Cafe Melina, hoping to grab a coke bottle before they ran out for the millionth time today. He waited in line, trying to not chortle at the pronunciation of some vacationers. He didn’t really have a right to make fun of them, he was in the same predicament a while back. But that’s another discussion for another time.

“Excuse me, would you like a coke?” A boy came up to him with two glass coke bottles in hand. He was tall, slim yet buff and Eddie was stilled. He had never seen him, well of course not because he was a stranger, but still. The boy with no name held out a coke for Eddie and Eddie just stared at it, having no idea what to do.

“Prépei na sas pliróso?” The boy looked at him with wide eyes and a sheepish smile. Eddie realized his mistake, speaking in Greek to a person who seemed to not know how to respond back.

“Uh, I’m sorry, uh, I meant do I have to pay?” Eddie felt the rise of a blush on the nape of his neck. He had his hands crossed over each other, limbs shaking from not knowing what to do.

“No, not at all, just being friendly.” The boy held out the coke and Eddie hesitantly took it, his fingers, accidentally, brushing over the boys.

“What’s your name?”

Hey, so, can you guys believe the fucking asshole I am. I have a hanzier fic in the process, hoping to finish chapter one, and here I am, writing a kasplon story. I just have so many story ideas skksks, sorry about that. I hope anyone who’s reading this will like the story and especially @billbenbev, who I told would have a surprise gift. SURPRISE! This is the gift, I’m writing a kasplon story! Yeahhhhhhh

And for anyone wondering, I used google translate because I’m that person and basically the stuff said in Grek were

“Go in and get a coke.’

“But they don’t have any.”

“I don’t care, go in.”

“Do I have to pay.”

If anyone reading knows greek, pm so I could fix this uncultured shit lmaooo.