The weather's annoying, isn't it?

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Enoch and anyone!
Setting: Around the tower, forward-dated to the 12th.
Format: Either is fine!
Summary: Enoch made several cloaks last week and is handing them out....even if he's sick.
Warnings: None yet!

He'd been pressing his luck, going around and trying to give comfort or company to the sick. Though, one couldn't blame him, given that the most illness he's had in a century is a bit of an upset stomach. He's built up quite a resistance.

He'd almost forgotten what it was like to be truly sick, to have a headache behind his eyes and for his limbs to feel weighted. But he wasn't letting it stop him. He was going to give out these cloaks he made before it got even worse. So he wandered the tower, handing out a cloak to anyone who seemed as if they could need one, or anyone who asked.

There were ten of them in his arms, varying colors. All of them were hooded, and about medium-length. They would be large on a child and a little short on someone taller like him, but they would do either way. So even with the occasional cough and sniffle, or the stop to sneeze (not into the cloaks, thankfully) every now and then, perhaps it was worth the risk of being sick for a chance to get a little warmer.

Comments

[warriorscribe]

I couldn't only make one for myself when... *Give him a moment to sneeze, his head turned to the side.* ...when there were some who didn't come in with anything for the cold at all.

[idolizer]

You are truly kind, Enoch- ah? [ The sneeze makes her perk up. ] Are you sick?

[warriorscribe]

Enoch sniffled, and nodded. "I'm afraid I've caught the illness that's been passed around the tower lately."

[idolizer]

Oh no... you should really take care of yourself before it gets worse. [ Says the girl who's running around with a cold as well. And then she sneezes right afterwars... she'll wrap the cloak around herself. ]

[warriorscribe]

I'd rather see to handing these out, first. *A bit of a smile. He's stubborn like that, you see.* You don't sound well, either.

[idolizer]

It's just a cold, nothing serious. [ And a bit of a sore throat, but eh. ] I could help you out with disrtributing them, though.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch would be lying if he denied Sayaka had an air of dependability to her. And she seemed like she'd have good judgment when it came to those in need.*

I appreciate it. *He slips three of the remaining cloaks from the bottom of the stack, and hands them to her.*

[idolizer]

Hehe. Thank you for trusting me. [ Smiling a bit brighter, she takes the cloaks from his hand and comfortably lets them rest on her arm. ] I'm going to give these cloaks to anybody if I see them without one.

[warriorscribe]

You seem trustworthy. *Enoch smiles in return, a bit weakly for his sickness.* Thank you for offering to help.

[idolizer]

I'm going to let you continue your job then. [ She covers her mouth with her scarf, and waves her hand. ] I'll see you another time, Enoch.

[warriorscribe]

And you, Sayaka. Try to stay well.

[idolizer]

Take care, you too.

[ And turning, she leaves the area. ]