On possibly going to a game...

[voiceless_songbird]

[Really mun? It had to be that point in time you're taking him from?...

Well, he's getting to go somewhere that doesn't seem too bad, but... Really? He can't help but pout because the canon point he's coming from is less than optimal.

Are you sure you won't reconsider, mun?]

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[warriorscribe]

What's troubling you, Armaros?

*He sees that pout and he's worried about wherever he's going...*

[voiceless_songbird]

[Just this look. He's not really sure how to get why he's upset across...

He sighs deeply, wishing he had something to write with. Though maybe...

He moves to take Enoch's hand so his palm is facing up, and then tries to spell out what he wants to say with a finger. Hopefully it's understandable? He is trying to do it slowly.

She is taking me from a bad time.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch concentrates on what Armaros is trying to tell him. And...oh...*

There aren't very many good times for either of us, honestly. *He sighs and puts a hand on Armaros's shoulder.*

Is she sending you to a good place, at least?

[voiceless_songbird]

[He smiles a little and nods his head. From what he's understood it's a good sort of place. There's certainly worse ones.

He'll take the other's hand again, to spell out something else- It seems convenient and... Well, if it's understandable, then that's good. It's "talking" with Enoch after all!

It seems that way. I will even be able to speak in a way there from what I've understood of what she's read.

He's kind of excited about that at least. Very excited, actually!]

[warriorscribe]

*It takes a little while but it isn't as if they have writing materials here. Enoch smiles at that, bright.*

You will? Oh, Armaros, that's wonderful news!

*Apparently, he's excited too.*