What time was it? Edward didn't even know; he'd just stumbled out of bed, feeling even worse than he had when he'd gone to sleep. Stupid cold, or... whatever this was. He hadn't even really gotten dressed, just slipped on some shoes to go with the sleeveless shirt and pair of shorts he'd gone to sleep in. Later, he would regret wandering around with his arm and leg exposed for all to see -- even if there were weirder-looking people around here, he was a little self-conscious about them.
He probably shouldn't have even been up right now, but he was hungry, and his dorm was the closest to the boys' dorms' entrance. He'd be fine.
Except... oh, great. Someone else was already sticking their big nose in the refrigerator when Ed came into the kitchen.
Allen looked over his shoulder as the other boy entered. "Oh, hi." He offered a polite smile. "Did you need to use the fridge? I'll be out of your way in just a second."
A moment later he closed the refrigerator and turned around, a full package of hot dogs in his hand. He wasn't really fazed by Ed's metal limbs--Allen had an unusual arm of his own, after all, concealed as usual under his sleeve and glove--but he did find it a bit odd that someone would walk around in shorts and a sleeveless top in the dead of winter, especially when that someone looked like he might be sick. "I don't mean to pry, but aren't you a little cold like that?"
Ed coughed a little, covering his mouth with his right fist. "Nah, I'm good. We're inside, right?" Well, okay, it was a little cold. There was heating, but it was calibrated for people wearing normal clothes. His fever did a pretty good job of keeping him warm regardless, though.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Allen frowned at the cough, concern kicking in almost instinctively. "You don't look so good. If you're sick, it'll just get worse if you run around in the cold like that."
"If I'm sick, it'll get worse if I don't get some damn food in me," Edward grumbled in response, heading toward the fridge and opening it. The first thing he did was push aside a carton of milk on the top shelf, but then he just proceeded to stare at the contents of the refrigerator.
He was hungry, he knew that much, but not for anything in particular. And now that he was actually entertaining the idea of eating something, he found that the idea of swallowing anything made him want to retch.
If Allen was at all put off by Edward's reply, he didn't show it. He stepped aside from the refrigerator as the other boy approached and put on another polite grin.
"Well, I was just about to make some lunch. I'd be happy to share what I'm having with you, if you'd like." He moved to search the cabinets for a pot to cook the hot dogs in.
He probably shouldn't have even been up right now, but he was hungry, and his dorm was the closest to the boys' dorms' entrance. He'd be fine.
Except... oh, great. Someone else was already sticking their big nose in the refrigerator when Ed came into the kitchen.
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A moment later he closed the refrigerator and turned around, a full package of hot dogs in his hand. He wasn't really fazed by Ed's metal limbs--Allen had an unusual arm of his own, after all, concealed as usual under his sleeve and glove--but he did find it a bit odd that someone would walk around in shorts and a sleeveless top in the dead of winter, especially when that someone looked like he might be sick. "I don't mean to pry, but aren't you a little cold like that?"
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He was hungry, he knew that much, but not for anything in particular. And now that he was actually entertaining the idea of eating something, he found that the idea of swallowing anything made him want to retch.
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"Well, I was just about to make some lunch. I'd be happy to share what I'm having with you, if you'd like." He moved to search the cabinets for a pot to cook the hot dogs in.
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"Seriously? Yeah, thanks." He would have said something more, but yeah, that cold was getting to him. His head was foggy.
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