Array 100 [Voice]
[The PCD is dark, and the sound quality muffled, as though it's in a pocket, but Al's voice, talking to Ciel, is easy to pick out. He sounds annoyed and a little scared.] What are you doing down here? I told you the lab's dangerous!
[There's a bit of a pause, and know Ciel, he's probably rolling his eyes.] I'm exploring. I'm not going to hurt myself, relax, Alphonse.
I have some of these things rigged with explosive arrays for security -- p-put that down, that's NOT yours! [Al's voice has deepened an octave or so, passing from annoyance to anger.]
[Ohh, touchy touchy.] I'm not hurting it, am I? And oh please. I'm not going to touch anything big. Calm down.
It doesn't matter if you're not hurting it, it's still not yours! Now please give it back. [Footsteps.]
[More foot steps, and a thud because Ciel probably dropped whatever he was holding back onto the table. He's not gonna let Al grab him. The steps get a little longer; Ciel's skirting away. The creak of a door...] Don't be so over dramatic!
[Al's footsteps stop at the thud, and pause, sliding as if he's turning, along with the creak.] Swinging door.
[There's a resounding whap and some sort of strangled noise, before quite a bodily heavy thud. Down and out.]
Told you.
[There's a bit of a pause, and know Ciel, he's probably rolling his eyes.] I'm exploring. I'm not going to hurt myself, relax, Alphonse.
I have some of these things rigged with explosive arrays for security -- p-put that down, that's NOT yours! [Al's voice has deepened an octave or so, passing from annoyance to anger.]
[Ohh, touchy touchy.] I'm not hurting it, am I? And oh please. I'm not going to touch anything big. Calm down.
It doesn't matter if you're not hurting it, it's still not yours! Now please give it back. [Footsteps.]
[More foot steps, and a thud because Ciel probably dropped whatever he was holding back onto the table. He's not gonna let Al grab him. The steps get a little longer; Ciel's skirting away. The creak of a door...] Don't be so over dramatic!
[Al's footsteps stop at the thud, and pause, sliding as if he's turning, along with the creak.] Swinging door.
[There's a resounding whap and some sort of strangled noise, before quite a bodily heavy thud. Down and out.]
Told you.