Tap on my window, knock on my door, I...

[bloodseal_soul]

Characters: Shirou Kamui [kamui_heaven], Alphonse Elric [bloodseal_soul]
When: Saturday, June 13th, later afternoon. After this thread.
Where: Kamui's room in Unohana's clinic.
Rating: R (Probably) for mentions of past memories of graphic abuse.
Summary: Though friends for nearly a year, there are things that Al's never had the heart to ask Kamui... like where he got all

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[lostwish]

Kamui was hesitant to walk back to the clinic, absently making the choice to move slower than normal through the flooded streets. He knew what was facing him when he showed up and walked into his room there. He’d tried so hard to re-bury things, hide one particular event which he’d witnessed on a loop far too many times. The esper cringed slightly at the mere thought of having to explain every little detail of that event, trying to describe things which he’d rather never think or feel again.

He couldn’t run though. Not from Al.

Al has close to him...one of the very slim number people that he could trust to speak to about whatever he wanted. He’d called him normal and treated him like everyone else, instead of as some saviour that needed to be watched at all times in case he was damaged too early. Not that the Seals had really kept a complete eye on him, nor had they kept him truly safe but...Kamui knew they had their own wishes to fight for and he accepted that. He preferred to not have them hounding him every minute of the day.

[bloodseal_soul]

Al's eyes lifted as Kamui came into the room. Though Al could be called many things, he was always, always observant, especially in the people close to him. He could notice a rock in Ed's shoe before Ed himself felt it, just from the change in how he walked

[lostwish]

Kamui unconsciously flinched back when he heard Al hiss and then move towards him. He was aware that his shoulder was still bleeding freely, in truth he hadn’t expected it to stop with the flimsy job he’d done at bandaging the wound. That didn’t mean that he was willingly going to let someone else prod and poke at it though, he was fine and he was going to stand by that statement until the topic was dropped. He let himself be tempted into sitting on the bed though, keeping his eyes trained on the floor with a rather blank expression

[bloodseal_soul]

Nothing could have prepared Al for what he encountered when the bandages came off. He'd expected a bad wound, maybe something that would need stitches, maybe even a lot of stitches. Instead he had to swallow hard to keep from being ill