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...Oh. Sariel kicked aside the wrapper ball while chewing on his lip, feeling flushed. "That's it? You could have asked-"

"I did! You were gone for, like, five minutes. I thought you were listening to some poet's entire life's work at once for a minute there!" Heh. Armaros would think that he'd be listening to someone blather on about battles or past won glories, wouldn't he? He chuckled and glanced what he was viewing at again before turning back to Armaros, smirking.

"No, I'm afraid it's much more complex than that. More...intimate, more real than any detail a poet could blow out of proportion." He paused to see if Armaros was even paying attention, and of course he was. He stood enraptured, clutching at his robe and waiting for Sariel to continue. Whatever he could say about Armaros, he did love hearing about humans, so he was perfect for the job, thank the Lord. Sariel waited.

"...Really?"

"Yes! It's truly the perfect way to observe the human condition, I think." That did the trick, although Sariel was shoved aside very unceremoniously by the more physically capable angel in his rush to look through Sariel's portal. He should stop underestimating Armaros' reactions to...well. Everything.

"Oh, I want to see!" As Sariel pried himself from the ground, Armaros became more quiet as he watched, his frown of confusion becoming more pronounced as time passed. But he seemed interested, still. He was staring wide-eyed. "...Um."

"Beautiful, is it not?" As he clapped a hand on the other angel's shoulder, Sariel couldn't help but feel a little proud that he was apparently the first to discover this. "Seeing humans at the bare minimum, baring their true selves..."

"...Are they fighting?"

"What? No!" Of all the things to mistake this beautiful act for. And he called himself an artist.

"So...so what is that supposed to...um."

"It's called 'making love', Armaros."

He stared at the spectacle before him. Titled his head to the side. Leaned in as close as he could. All eerily silent, which was beginning to weird Sariel out a bit, so he nudged the entranced angel. "Well? How does this living work of art make our number one artist feel? Does this speak to you?"

"Ahh." Armaros looked down at the floor, then looked at Sariel, then back to the floor and squirmed, as if trying to figure out of Sariel was joking. "...Weird, I guess." He finally looked at Sariel again. "Isn't this private?"

"...Armaros, we are Watchers."

"I know, but...I just." He held his hands out, as if trying to grasp the words he couldn't articulate. "Aren't they, like, being intimate with each other and stuff?"

"Yes, of course. That is the beauty of it, don't you agree?"

"...I guess, but."

"But?"

"...Wouldn't they not do that if they knew we were watching them, though?"

"I..." Sariel blinked at him, then bit his lip in thought. "What do you mean?"

"Like, um." Armaros tapped his fingers on the portal rim, trying to think. "Like, sometimes? If a human looks really sad and it looks like they want to be alone for awhile, then I leave them alone and go watch somebody else. Maybe this is like that except they want to be alone with the other person?"

"That's..." Sariel took a step back to look at him and process what he was hearing. "...That's ridiculous."

"What? I'm just saying..."

"We are supposed to be watching everything about humans, Armaros, that is the point."

An awkward silence showed up and nestled its way in-between them before either of them could think of anything to say.

"...Enoch likes his privacy."

"Enoch is one human out of many. Just because he has a preference for something doesn't mean every other human on the planet does." Could he not go five minutes without mentioning that scribe? Enoch this, Enoch that, Enoch Enoch Enoch.

"It still feels...weird. I dunno."

"Well, you may be too young to understand it." And with that, Sariel shooed him away from the portal so he could get back to doing his job. "No shame in that, you can go back to your stories and epics and whatever else if you like."

Armaros backed away, sighed, and turned to leave, mumbling.

"I'm older than you are."

"Sorry?"

"Nothing."