04 / First level - East side

[warriorscribe]

*To those that have met him, it would be highly unusual to see Enoch walking down the street with an armful of various foods tucked to his chest, eating from them very quickly with his free hand.

But of course, this is exactly what he's doing as he walks steadily south, eating like a wolf. This is the first time he's eaten in four days after all

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[freakinbrutal]

Hey.

[He calls to Enoch from a distance, noticing the food before the person. He's still a little slow on the uptake as to how exactly this place operates, but he's just about ready to raid the storefronts anyway. But it looks like this guy's got food to spare, and Michael is hungry so that automatically means he deserves a share, right?]

One, slow the fuck down. Two, gimme some of that.

[warriorscribe]

*A long time ago, the attitude might have actually bothered him. Now it's just something to be wary of, mentally mark as potentially dangerous.

He swallows his mouthful and offers the stranger the armload.* Take whatever you need.

*He does wonder how this man could've missed the vast stores of food around the city, but if he's asked, he'll give. It's part of his nature and his upbringing.*

[freakinbrutal]

Cool, thanks. [He grabs a few things for himself. Somehow it feels better to take from other people--to say 'give me that' and to get it--than to just raid the empty stores.]

What's one guy doing with that much food anyway?

[warriorscribe]

Some of it is for my friend. *He's confident Armaros will return now that everyone is human.* But I haven't eaten in a few days.

[smoothangel]

[WHURRS ENOCH? Armaros has some good news after that whole 'everyone is now an animal for some reason' thing. True, Armaros was kind of...indisposed before that (in the ocean) but now he's all better!

Better than better, in fact. Now where's-oh. There's Enoch! His arms look fully.

Maybe he should help carry that. He steps in front of Enoch to get him attention and holds out his hands.]

[warriorscribe]

*He was looking for Armaros, too, from the air. Of course, his friend being underwater probably contributed to the lack of finding him.

Still chewing, he carefully shifts his armload of food towards Armaros, trying to get roughly half of it into his hands. Then he swallows his mouthful and gives him a relieved smile.* I'm glad to see you, Armaros. I was worried...

*Not so worried he would have organized a search, of course. He hadn't met anyone or anything hostile and Armaros is quite strong. He figured his friend was in a small, easily-missed form and he could hang around the second level if he wanted to find him, assuming they would both seek each other there.*

[smoothangel]

[Right. He carefully takes the armload of food from Enoch and nods. Oddly, despite having not seem him for awhile, Armaros seems fine. In fact, he looks pretty happy!

In other completely unrelated news, that tail seems to be missing.]

[warriorscribe]

*He can't see that the tail's missing from his angle. ...Well, he might if he looked down, but his focus is on Armaros's face, and he assumes the happiness is for the reunion, as well. He wants to ask where and what Armaros had been this whole time, but, obviously, he'll have to wait until they're home where there's paper to write on.*

Let's go back.