New Friends? [@Eros] -Closed-

Eros wondered why, why he even stayed in a world so infested with the things he was afraid of. Was he too scared to move on? Maybe a little. As hard as it was sometimes, he enjoyed it here. Besides, the other worlds weren't as pretty in his opinion. At least, not many were.

He normally took the train here. It wasn't as inconspicuous, but he enjoyed the ride. And if he stayed in a back corner no one paid him much mind. Eros hopped off the train and went wandering about the station looking for something to drink. His boots always made an obnoxious amount of click-clacking sounds in this place, so it made it a bit harder for him to stay as silent as a ghost. Slipping up next to a vending machine, he glanced around to make sure no one was looking. The coast seemed enough. The only other person around was that boy on the bench a few yards away from him. He seemed distracted though.

Eros took another quick glance around before ramming his shoulder up against the side of the vending machine. It rocked a bit in place. God, it was loud. He rammed it again, tipping it over slightly. Just one more! He slammed into it one final time and CRASH! The vending machine hit the ground, the door broke open, a few drinks and snacks rolling out from the impact. Eros grinned, and quickly bent down to gather what he wanted. A couple bottles of water, and an orange soda.. Maybe some pretzels.

Eros took a stuffed most of his loot into his jacket pockets. He froze completely for a moment when he saw that Milo had come closer. He wasn't scared, no, a bit off guard maybe but not scared. He took a second to judge the new person. They weren't a nobody so that was a relief, nor did they seem to want to bust him. Eros's red eyes flicked up at Milo. In fact, it was his own kind....

The heartless stood up straight and twisted the cap off the soda. He gave milo a quick nod before taking a long swig out of the cold drink. Eros wasn't usually one for hellos, especially when he was still judging whether or not Milo was a threat. Sure he was relaxed and acted casual enough. But you could never be too careful.

“Very.”
Eros responded with a half smile. Hot was an understatement. Eros was sure he was going to boil to death in this weather. But that was his own fault for being dressed head to toe in black leather. Well, except for his shirt. That was definitely cotton. But the man didn't feel comfortable leaving his “home” without his trench coat and his gloves on. They were pretty much his security blankets.

“So...What brings you to these parts?”
He asked curiously. Eros didn't see many heartless around these parts. And he most definitely hadn't run into one similar to himself. It probably had something to do with the other gross inhabitants.

Eros took another few sips out of his soda. He was watching Milo's pet curiously. It was amusing, though Eros couldn't quite wrap his head around the idea of having one's own kind as what looked to be pet. It was just, odd. Awkward in a way. Though the weirdness could just be because it was an entirely new concept to the man. His red eyes scanned over the room before he turned his attention back to Milo. You couldn't be too careful in these parts, those weird wiggly freaks could show up at any moment.

“Just wandering? I see. Do you wander often?”
Eros wasn't the best at keeping conversation. But his curiosity seemed to be fueling most of what was coming out of his mouth. The heartless wandered about a lot himself. However he never left this world. He had an idea of how, but he was a bit wary of trying it out. In case he couldn't get back. Also he was comfortable here. At least, for the most part. He didn't have one solid place to stay which was a pain. The nobodies were even more of a pain. Plus until now, he'd never been sure if he'd come across anyone from another world. That wasn't well, you know.

“I live nearby, and I felt like going out and about.”
He gave Milo a small grin. This small amount of socialization was doing him some good. Eros felt a lot more at ease in this conversation than he did with others. Must be because he's communicating with his own kind. Well, back and forth. The other ones couldn't really speak, and trying to interact with them lead to more frustration than what it was worth. So he settled with just drop kicking them as far away from him as he could manage every time he saw one. It was fun really. Probably a little bit brutal because he often had to catch them and get them complacent before hand. It was one of his favourite past times though, regardless of how mean it could be.

“I should probably get out even more but, I've never really done that before.”
It was like a half a statement and half a confession. Though it should have been more like a question. I mean, he had to figure out how to leave worlds eventually, right?

“Well... That's depressing.”
Eros raised an eyebrow. He couldn't imagine living a life where you didn't have a solid place to consider home base. Though, maybe that was just him. After all, everyone had their own way of doing things and who was he to judge. Maybe if he left Twilight town for once in his life he'd never want to come back. Then again, even if he found somewhere ten times better. Somewhere without nobodies, somewhere where he can just exist without having to fight for survival. He would still come back and visit this place. He was too sentimental. Were heartless even supposed to get like that? Eros pondered the thought for a moment before turning his attention back to Milo.

At first he wasn't sure how to react at the little heartless getting close to him. He just stood stock still for a moment, red eyes staring at the little thing as if it were going to rip his throat out. After judging that he really had nothing to worry about, Eros took a swig out of his drink before twisting the cap back on.

“Apparently... It's Eros.”
He said somewhat uncertain. Did it really like him? Or did it like what he was currently eating? Eros could never be too sure with smaller heartless. Or really anything. He was way too insecure for someone as strong as him. He figured it had something to do with his past life. It was the only thing that made any sense to him.

“And yours is?”
Maybe he should ask if Milo's little friend had a name too. But, maybe he'd just say what it was. Like somebodies did if they had a pet with them when introducing themselves. There was this old lady that introduced Eros to her six dogs once before inviting him in for tea. It was an interesting day to say the least.

“It's nice to meet you.”
It wasn't just Eros being polite either, it was genuinely nice to meet another heartless. He still wondered if he should ask about the smaller heartless, and glanced between the two of them. But in the end decided that it didn't matter all that much. And if it did, he'd probably find out later. At least, he hoped that they'd be around each other more. It would have been a shame if this was the one and only time they'd meet.

Eros's red eyes flicked over at the nobody. His expression turned more grim. He was a mixture of fear and anger. Bolting wouldn't do him any good, and would be a horrible way to react around other people. It would make him look so weak. He didn't want Milo to think that being around him was a waste of time. After all he was really starting to enjoy this person's company. Though there was something strange about how the other heartless reacted to seeing the nobody. He'd never seen anyone happily go after one. They just weren't anything fun. Because where there was one there were bound to be more. Eros had found himself in many situations where he was outnumbered and cornered by these things.

The first few hours of his life involved such a situation. It was horrible and had in part lead to his fear of them. They didn't kill him, thank the maker. He was strong enough to survive, barely. It scarred him more mentally than physically. So of course Milo wouldn't be scared of them. He didn't go through it, and probably never would have to. He seemed to be confident enough in himself.

“Hunting?”
Before really thinking about it, Eros decided to follow Milo. He wanted to learn more about this person, and surely taking on a couple nobodies with another person wouldn't be too horrible.

“I had a feeling that's what you are.”
Eros said with a laugh as he followed after him. Maybe this would turn out fun. After all he wasn't alone. It would be nice to relieve some tension as well. The heartless actually felt that the odds might be in their favor for once. That was, until he registered just how many nobodies they stumbled across.

His entire body tensed. This isn't good. His mouth went dry, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. That was too many. Too many.... Eros tightened his grip on sword. He could feel himself starting to panic. The odds weren't in their favor. No no, not even close. This wasn't good.

He clenched his teeth and glared at the group of nobodies. He couldn't chicken out now though, no matter how grim this looked. No matter how much his body was screaming at him to bolt. Milo wasn't scared in the least. He was excited. And he couldn't take on this many alone. Not easily at least. Eros wasn't going to abandon him...Not right out of the starting gate at least.

The heartless gave Milo a curt nod. He unsheathed his katana and chucked the scabbard aside. He put on a look of determination. This could be fun? Yeah, sure...All he had to do was lie to himself in his head. He would no doubt get lost in adrenaline once they started. That would get rid of the tightness in his chest. If anything it would make him feel good. Like he did when he would drop kick lesser heartless across fields. He narrowed his eyes and got into a battle ready stance.

He wouldn't make the first move. No, his body wouldn't let him. It was too risky in his mind. No, if he were to go first he could get taken out quickly. He was better suited as back up. He needed a reason to move forward. So as soon as Milo moved forward, so would he. Eros would use his excitement as a reason. As well as helping a new friend. At least, he hoped he could consider him that by the end of this.

Why is he stopping?! Don't let them see your guard down! Eros stared at Milo with a look of panic and confusion. Why was he coming towards him?! They were supposed to be fighting not chit chatting. The heartless didn't know what nobodies he had ever hunted before but this definitely wasn't how one should go about fighting a large group of them. This didn't make any sense. He seemed so ready to fight before. Did Eros do something wrong? Milo didn't seem angry at all though. In fact, there was a completely different air about the other heartless.

Contact. Physical contact. Eros wasn't positive how to react to Milo's hand on his shoulder. It did calm him down in a way. Sure he was still somewhat tense, but the fear was waning. He couldn't recall a time where, anyone placed a hand on him in this way. It was always either to harm or push the heartless back. Never reassuring. It was a strange foreign feeling, but not a bad one.

Friend... Were they really already friends? Or was this just his way of trying calm down the flighty individual? Because no doubt it was working. In fact, they did have this didn't they? Eros wouldn't say they had the fight in the bag, but. They had an advantage. They had intelligence, and no doubt more strength. The only thing those husks had going for them was their numbers. With the reassurance and Milo's demeanor the heartless actually started to believe that they had a chance.

“Right.”
Eros looked a bit more in the game then before. He was a bit less tense. Though there was some nervousness about the situation in his expression, but besides that he was ready. More ready than before. After Milo made his first few moves. Eros charged at one of the nobodies, slashing at it with enough force to send it flying backwards.

After a moment it started to wiggle towards him again. Maker, why did they have to twitch like that. It made him sick. He narrowed his eyes and went after it again, parrying and slashing. Eros was so close to taking it out, when out of the corner of his eye he realized a second one. It was getting a bit too close for comfort. He twisted around and kicked it in the head. Sure it didn't do much, but it knocked it back just enough.