[closed] just two heroic spirits hanging out

[enkidoh]

Who: Andersen & Enkidu
When: Around the 26th
Where: The Theatre
What: Meeting up, talking about things
Warnings: None

A lot has changed in a short period of time. One of those things is that Enkidu is wearing shoes now. A pair of simple boots made of brown leather tied together with a string. Not a pair of very fashionable ones but quite handy when manoeuvring through a busy city.

The sun is already setting when they reach the large building of the theatre. More stone.

Normally they would be able to detect Andersen within the blink of an eye but now they have to cross half the building before they are finally able to spot the other servant. And no, it doesn't help that he's rather small.

"Ah, I have found you." They smile briefly. "It is good to finally meet you in person and that you look...in one piece."

After all that has happened. That...everything.

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[manlet]

Enkidu!! He stood on the stool so he could fetch you one! How could you steal his spotlight!

Fortunately, he won't fuss over being upstaged. Andersen hops down so he can start pushing the stool over to where the stovetop is. It seems this is where the coffee is brewed, as Aefenglom is sadly lacking in coffee machines. What Andersen wouldn't give for a nice Kreuger, just like the one in Chaldea.

"For a building to become home, one must work on its outward and inward appearance. Not that I'd like to settle down in this world. It's too reminiscent of visual novel for my liking." He begins scooping the ground beans. "But an author must have a comfortable office to work in. Do you understand such sentiments, Enkidu?"

[enkidoh]

Enkidu is helping, Andersen!

They follow him curiously while he starts to brew the coffee. And they remain close the entire time, very interested to see how this is done. But then that question comes and to be fair, Enkidu cannot answer it. What defines a home? Surrounding yourself with things and smells that can be associated with that word?

Has Chaldea been home? No. Chaldea is their Master's home. And once...

"Hmm..." Enkidu's eyes flash from the coffee that is brewing to Andersen's face. It is difficult how to picture this and Andersen, you always ask the most difficult questions. "What would make your home truly your home? Is it based on the things you possess?" They pause. "I do not possess anything."

[manlet]

The fresh aroma of coffee soon permeates the air. The beans are brewing nicely. Andersen lets them do their work as he turns to face Enkidu. There's no hints written in his expression, only a curiosity that's almost child-like.

"Don't be stupid. Of course you possess something. It isn't about the items themselves. They're vessels for your perception of the world. Memories. What's comfortable and what's uncomfortable. Humans put shards of themselves into their things. A home is a reflection of the soul."

[enkidoh]

As the pleasant aroma of coffee fills the air Enkidu lets out a pleasant hum.

Yet, the mention of possessions and the connection Andersen makes with memories and souls are a bit difficult to comprehend. Enkidu never had anything to call their own and they never cared to own anything either. Their best friend was a king with a treasury full of gold. Cheesy as it sounds, their most valuable possession was his companionship.

And that is something Enkidu doesn't want to speak about right now.

"I have these shoes." Their voice is neutral. "And I have a couple of pictures on the device. Yet, I believe the person I sent them to disappeared." Slowly they step closer again to show Andersen the pictures they stored on their device. There are a lot of pictures of buildings and flowers. The dogs they feed at the harbor. Some cats. A couple of children they amuse with stories. "I think, if I would want to put some of these pictures on a wall I need to get them out of the device."

[manlet]

What someone takes pictures of says as much as how the picture was taken. And Enkidu has focused on the remarkably mundane. Andersen remains quiet for once as he looks at the pictures shown to him, his expression unreadable. And once they've reached the end of what Enkidu's taken -

"Are these pictures important to you? Humans typically hang up pictures only if they feel a connection to them."

[enkidoh]

"I like them."

Important, not really. Likeable? Very much!

"But I do not value them. They are not possessions." Well, they never had possessions to begin with. "What sort of things should I want to own? A bed, probably and I am fond of pillows." Enkidu hums softly as they try to think about more furniture and things they could put inside their room. "A desk so I can read books. Books. I would like to own books."

[manlet]

Did Shamhat teach Enkidu about books in those days she spent with them? To see the beauty of stories, products of human imagination? Andersen is a little surprised by Enkidu's desire to read and he voices so:

"Ha! A weapon wanting to read. AUO has truly sanded you down to a pleasant, human-like existence. If it's books you're looking for, you've befriended the right Servant. On the battlefield I'm a miserable ally, but in the libraries I'm a delight - so long as you don't spend too long in my presence."

Coffee's ready. He reaches for Enkidu's cup so he can pour in the rich drink.

"Truth be told, I figured you'd want to live like Tarzan."

[enkidoh]

Enkidu has learned that humans like to write stories. Some has happened for real and others are merely made up. And books contain lots of knowledge about humans. So they cock their head a little at that remark.

"Hm? It is true that I am a weapon, yet I have chosen to stand with humanity. It is important to me to learn as much as I can. It is interesting to read about what moves a human and what makes them so unique."

Oh but...

"You seem to say that a lot. That you are not fit for battle. Does that bother you a lot?"

They take the coffee from his hands and move to smell it. Warm and wholesome.

"Who is Tarzan?"