Sep 08, 2006 11:22
Al had gone to the compound to get some things for the cart residents' dinner, and hand come away with a slew of instructions from Duo to be delivered in as firm a tone as he could manage (so Duo had specified) to Ed. He stretched, holding his bag over his shoulder, as he walked, breathing in the afternoon air. It was a great day, and warm enough where he wasn't wearing the red alchemist's jacket.
Its ownership was still under debate. He saw someone further down the path and dropped his arms so he could offer a polite wave and a, "Hello!"
They looked vaguely familiar, but then, there was still some distance between them.