[ Provided you're not totally hungover, in love or otherwise reeling from Dite's Valentine's Day party, you might chance upon a midget stalking Prom's streets this afternoon. Head bent low, stride purposeful, he wanders -- no end destination, just avoiding his mirror and biding the time until nightfall when he can tuck into bed
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So he turns the key, opens the large house door and clambers slowly up the steps to the kitchen, still introspective. Maybe grilling a steak'll stop his head's gears for a while; gotta concentrate not to burn it and all. ]
[ ooc: ♥ ]
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[ Frightened by an exclamation sent straight to his brain that feels more like a memory -- a birthday he had once -- than something tangible, concrete, "spoken" by a (now) flesh-and-blood part of his past. Jars him out of introspection but sets those gears backwards for a second, too.
Ed had left the house well before his usual time that morning. He'd been careful not to disturb his brother; even left him a note saying he'd be out all day. Alphonse would understand. His age didn't matter. ]
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Ed dips a finger in some frosting, grins when he puts it in his mouth. ]
I guess I could skip dinner.
[ Tosses one to Al -- CATCH IT CATCH IT CATCH IT -- and gobbles his own up. What's the present? ]
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[It's a picture of everyone from Rizembool! Although they're all younger, sorry. He doesn't know what older Winry looks like! But there's Pinako, Winry, Den, Trisha, Little Ed, and Al.
He promises there is no cat hair on it.]
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[ And just to spite you, Al, he scarfs down another one. WHAT NOW. No, but seriously, you can't skip dinner, little bro. Ed's gonna burn char incinerate cook some steak. But before that --
-- he holds the picture very carefully with both hands, looks at it for a long time. Finally, Ed smiles and says -- ]
Thanks, Al.
[ -- and goes to tuck it away in his room, away from the mess of the kitchen. Lump in his throat's not from cat hair. He comes back a minute later. ]
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[Stands there anxiously waiting and fidgeting a bit when Ed looks at the picture, then grins in relief when Ed smiles at him. Yay, he likes it!]
You're welcome!
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[ Pass the butcher knife, little brother! As cool as it would look if Edward cut the meat by turning his arm into a blade, that probably wouldn't sit well with the floormates. You could maybe also steam some vegetables. At least we'll have one thing that's edible. ]
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[Carefully handles the sharp knife and gives it to him. Yay, veggies! He can do that.]
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