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[Scene for Alphonse and Vergil for Desai University]

Al-mun, why don't you go ahead and start it as you did? I warn you, though, Vergil's a jackass.

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[venivici]

Breathing increased as the half-blood smelled his young dormmate coming towards him. He didn't have much contact with the idiot in the past, and he was glad for that then. What part of the entire situation wasn't screaming, 'Get the fuck away from me.'?

Those unfamiliar would easily blame his attitude on the fact that he was injured and ill. Too bad for those unfamiliar, this behavior was relatively docile compared to how he typically was.

Straining muscles to cooperate, the shirt he was clinging to his body as he was in a state of dirty that he wished he had the strength to rectify (not to mention it appeared that his left arm was still ripped raw, and his left torso still bleeding sticky red fluid), the white haired young man forced himself up just enough so he could face the kid. Blue eyes were starting to fade into a deep purple, the whites of his eyes darkening to a gray. It was a 'partial trigger' to his demonic side, and if Al pushed it, the purple would go red, and gray to black.

He spoke so that his elongated canines could be seen, and his voice was deep, growling, "If you don't... get away from me... I will gut you... I will pull your intestines out, and I will string you up by your feet... and let you bleed out slowly before I feed your body as a sacrifice to the high demons on the lowest rungs of Hell. Injury adrenaline makes human flesh more tasty."

And then he fell back down into the pillow, taking to cradling his left, injured arm. Goddamn fool, he should've taken the pillow as a warning to leave him alone.

[tinheart_al]

The young man’s words stung, and the idea of being eaten was unpleasant. He studied the young man in bed, feeling the growing tension. He fangs, he talked of hell, he must have been something akin to a homunculus. He felt a wash of fear, but decided to temper it, he was more worried for the young man to care. Vergil was bleeding still. He would need to find Vergil’s brother to help him. “I don’t care if you don’t like me. And I am sorry I am disturbing you.” Al said firmly. He picked up the pillow that was tossed at him, and brought it over to Vergil. He placed it in the bed with him, making sure he didn’t touch him. “But you do need to eat, and take care of yourself. I brought food. If you want it, you’ll eat it. If you don’t it will just sit there. That is fine with me. I will fetch your brother, you’re still bleeding. He should be here. Ok?” He went to his computer and posted on LJ, a message for Vergil’s brother…