dear_mun | On a conversation re: towerofanimus.

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On a conversation re: towerofanimus.

*"Yeah, horror isn't for everyone. Unfortunately I seem to be the only ES mun who doesn't mind it."

Enoch doesn't notice he's started to shiver.*

Good. Good. I wouldn't wish this on any of them! Stop bringing up...that... Those incidents. Isn't it enough I must make an example of them to keep the others from meeting the same fate?

Even if I...miss my friends. *A shake of his head and his fists clench. No, Enoch, there's no room for selfishness!*

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[Well, if you ever wondered what a kicked puppy left out in the rain and cold looks like, Armaros is pretty much emulating that look right now. Any more of a sad look and one would be expecting tears.

Not like he can help it though- He's worried and from what he's heard, his concern is more than justified.

And he might just be feeling a little helpless too.

This is one instance where his hands are pretty much tied considering his mun won't let him go to that place- Even if he wants to, despite being told of all the hardships.]

*...Oh, Armaros. You weren't the one he spent time with in his previous game but that doesn't change too much at all. Don't look at him that way...*

Armaros...?

[He's entirely unable to help it! It's difficult to smile and be encouraging when you're worrying like this, he finds.

And then missing his friends too. He definitely heard that part.

So this worried, heartbroken look is all he has to offer right now, because that is honestly how he feels. There's a low noise from him, as he tries to communicate that he's... Worried. And that he doesn't like the idea of Enoch being stuck in such a horrible place.]

*Enoch might have kept that sentiment to himself in a better state of mind. But, well. Not given the conversation.

He meets Armaros's eyes, not sure what to do. It isn't like their first meeting where he can say he'd be all right. His own mundane had quite easily thwarted that already. So what settles into his expression is mirroring heartache, conflicted.

Nothing he can say or do will rectify this. So all he can do is take step after heavy step forward to rest a hand on Armaros's shoulder.*

[It's difficult, to see his friend like this, and being unable to bring him any comfort, unable to speak a single word of consolation, even with as much as he wishes he could.

The hand upon his shoulder does nothing to alleviate the heaviness in his heart, though Enoch's kindness is as apparent as ever. But his look of heartache... It's so very painful to see and even more painful in that he knows there's nothing he can do for him right now.

He has no smile to offer the other, he's unable to even force it, but he does reach up to rest a hand over Enoch's. That much, at least, he can still do.]

*Enoch's head lowers, his hand lightly squeezing Armaros's shoulder. It's empty reassurance. The tone of this very post was anything but all right, never mind what prompted it.

Some combination of the situation and seeing his friend this worried on his behalf...there's a breath choked short and an attempt to not make another sound. Armaros is already worried!*

[And more worried, he is getting. Fretting even, and he tilts his head, his expression colored by more concern and grief.

There's a low noise from him again, because he did indeed hear that.

He wishes he could communicate that he doesn't think Enoch selfish at all, for wishing to have friends with him, because he definitely should not be alone, in a place like that... The horribleness of that place. No, he does not like Enoch being there at all, and being there alone on top of that...

This...

He just can't help it, when he suddenly sobs. Crying...

It's hardly helpful, but he can't help it. Tears are running down his face before long, and there's nothing he can do to stop them.]

*Enoch glances up at the voiceless sob.*

Armaros...

*Another choked, damp breath before he gives out too, hugging Armaros with his free arm as he tries to keep back the tears of his own. It's to no avail, he just can't control them. So he weeps silently, his head down again.*

[The sight of Enoch weeping, to Armaros, is almost too much, and more of those soundless sobs escape him along with the tears that are already feeling like they'll never end.

He hugs Enoch in return, hoping that, at least, is comforting, as he seems to be completely unable to support him and comfort him in any other way, even with as much as he might wish to.

He's maybe a bit cross with his mundane, for not letting him go to that place and be at the scribe's side as he wishes to be. For Enoch to be the example of what should not happen to others... It's so unfair, for such a good man to have to suffer, for his friend to have to suffer, and if he could take his place, he would do so gladly.

But as it is...

Is there truly nothing he can do besides weep?]

*Enoch has gone from a one-armed hug to a full one, slipping his hand from beneath Armaros's. He feels so helpless, himself, both in the game and here with his friend, and while he can help others in the tower and feel like he isn't just the debris of everything that made him worthwhile, here...

...what can he do but hold Armaros and cry with him?*

Hm? I'm sure you could make new friends.

*There's an uncomprehending silence for a moment as he looks at the blonde lady. Could she...honestly not understand? Did he misunderstand her words, or is she not what she seems? The assumption sounds like something he'd expect of an angel.* It isn't-... Friends aren't interchangeable.

[Angel? Hm~ That's close enough.]

I know that, silly. But your friends would want you to be happy with other people, wouldn't they?

They would...but anyone new I meet couldn't change...they're gone.

Nobody's asking you to forget...

[She brushes a strand of hair behind his ear, fingers lingering on his cheek just a split second longer than necessary.]

Just have some fun.

*Enoch is kind of affection-starved; he doesn't protest, but he doesn't respond favorably, either. The gesture itself, he seems to appreciate, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. But when they open there's no hint that the suggestion sees the same favor (horror games are good at gutting libido). He smiles sadly.*

You're going to the tower eventually, aren't you? You'll find for yourself "fun" is hard to come by there.

[How frustrating. She knows that look; it's rare she sees it, but she knows it. Clearly, Catherine will have to work a bit harder to get a good meal out of this one - hopefully he'll be worth it, though.]

No way! I'm a pro at finding fun things to do! I'm sure we could find something to do, together.

*Enoch looks like he's about to laugh for a moment.* You're very spirited.

I guess?

[She giggles, leaning in slightly, showing off a window of incredible cleavage.]

Do you like it?

*...And incredibly forward, he doesn't add. Not that such a trait is bad in and of itself, but this is certainly an unusual time and place for it - Enoch doesn't think highly of those who would take advantage of someone in mourning.

But this is a very human issue, not one that evokes any particularly strong dislike. After all, Enoch knows attraction can make people do some poorly-thought things, after all, and it's far from the first time someone's been attracted to him.*

...To be honest, I do. But are you certain this is the right place to be so... *What's a good word?* ...flirtatious?

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