alphonse 002 ⊕ We're going on an adventure
Who: Alphonse & Belgium (after this conversation)
Where: Beginning at Somni 3rd district and probably moving to other places in Somni
Style: Either is fine with me!
Status: Closed... for now?
After hanging up with Belgium, Alphonse makes a quick phone call to Aerith to make sure he can actually get a kitty to keep. Despite how he knows that Aerith is not Ed, he is still a little surprised - and quite delighted - to find that she wouldn't mind if he brought a cat home.
He finds himself a nice spot on the steps of the museum to sit - off to the side enough such that he wasn't blocking traffic, but still outside enough that he'd be easily spotted - and waits. This position is familiar to him, because he's done it so many times before at night while Edward sleeps.
As he waits, Al allows his imagination to wander. He daydreams about what it would be like to finally own a kitty. One that he doesn't have to hide in his armor, lest someone tell him he can't keep it. As he daydreams, Al softly hums to himself a song he vaguely remembers his mother singing to him.
And even if they didn't get one... it'd be nice to just look at them.
Where: Beginning at Somni 3rd district and probably moving to other places in Somni
Style: Either is fine with me!
Status: Closed... for now?
After hanging up with Belgium, Alphonse makes a quick phone call to Aerith to make sure he can actually get a kitty to keep. Despite how he knows that Aerith is not Ed, he is still a little surprised - and quite delighted - to find that she wouldn't mind if he brought a cat home.
He finds himself a nice spot on the steps of the museum to sit - off to the side enough such that he wasn't blocking traffic, but still outside enough that he'd be easily spotted - and waits. This position is familiar to him, because he's done it so many times before at night while Edward sleeps.
As he waits, Al allows his imagination to wander. He daydreams about what it would be like to finally own a kitty. One that he doesn't have to hide in his armor, lest someone tell him he can't keep it. As he daydreams, Al softly hums to himself a song he vaguely remembers his mother singing to him.
And even if they didn't get one... it'd be nice to just look at them.