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Characters: Ed and Al Elric
Location: A Random Blockbuster, perhaps Casualty Communal
Rating: PG13
Time: July 9
Description: The brothers Elric attempt a movie night... if they can agree on what to watch.

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Ed rolled his eyes at Al's obvious lack of interest in the veritable goldmine of special-effects laden goodness. Or badness, as the case may be, because some of these were the sort of movies that were so awful they were entertaining. Sort of like soap operas, only with less trashy romantic affairs and more monster-shaped puppets attacking people so they bled red-colored corn syrup.

When Al spoke up again, Ed turned to look at the shelf he'd pointed out and pulled a face.

"Ugh. Seriously? I thought we were supposed to be relaxing, not researching," he said, but he walked over to examine the titles anyway. Al had been on edge of late, and Ed had some tact these days. Throwing a fit over something as stupid as movies would probably just piss Al off even more.

Or would it? Ed looked sidelong at Alphonse, unaware of the worried frown that tugged at his mouth. For all that Ed had been here a while, he still felt a bit... awkward, uncertain around Al. Which was as stupid as it was only to be expected. He was Al still, of a sort, but there

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Ed didn't mean to do it, he really didn't, but it was practically a reflex - one he had never suspected - to swat the cross-stitching documentary out of Al's hands as if it were some deadly viper. He resisted the urge to stomp on it with both boots - they hardly had money for a rental, much less damages.

Ed would do very nearly anything for Al, but sitting through god-only-knows how many hours of grandmotherly women describing proper thread technique was apparently on the short list of No Way In Hell.

"NO," Ed said emphatically, then turned a narrow gaze up at Al. "And neither have you, so don't even start. What's wrong with you? Why can't you watch movies with explosions and car chases?"

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"Oh, right, like documentaries about paint drying are so much more riveting," Ed sneered under his breath as Al went to pick up the DVD case. He eyed the shelf of informative videos with a venomous gaze, like it was their fault Al had awful taste.

Al's laugh startled him into looking up, because he hadn't heard it in so long. Not Al's real laughter, anyway, and the sound twisted something tight in his chest even as it coaxed a smile to his own lips. He stepped up beside Al to take the case from him and scan the back of it.

"'The Fly,'" Ed said consideringly. It wasn't familiar, but then a lot of the movies here weren't. His Amestris had been too busy fighting wars to focus on developing the arts of movie magic - which made most of the movies from back home suck, unfortunately. Which was one of the reasons he was so dead-set on seeing as many movies crammed chock-full of special-effects as possible.

The downside was that Al seemed nostalgic now, for a home and a brother that Ed simply didn't know. He tried not to feel like he was

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Ed grinned, but kept back the sigh of relief. "Right! Hang on, I'll be right back."

He rushed back to the B-movie sci-fi films he'd been looking at earlier and grabbed the first one he'd found that night. Attack of the Killer Tomatoes - it was bound to be just terrible, and he wasn't sure if there would be car chases or explosions, but seriously. Killer Tomatoes. He'd watch it just to see how those round little bastards pulled it off