Oct 11, 2008 08:20
[The PCD clatters to the floor, and someone takes a breath, followed by several more, and then a cough. It looks like a hallway that's not the Elric household, early morning, and by the sound of it, there's no one else awake. Alphonse is not in view. However, after a moment, there is a small noise of some sort of thick liquid pattering to the floor, followed by a rustle of fabric, and Al's soft breathless voice.]
Damn.
[He sighs, and there is a pause. After a moment, the PCD is picked up. There is a small smear of dark red on the screen left from his fingers. The PCD turns towards his face, and he blinks, staring at it a moment - no, he's staring at his hand.]
... oh.
[Al doesn't sound surprised, or even very alarmed. Instead he reaches up and rakes his hand back through his messy hair.]
I should have seen this one coming.
losing touch,
*affected,
oh that's just great,
*event: take not for granted,
maybe the armor wasn't so bad after all,
injury,
he's used to this really