[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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[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?"