[Click. The sound feed isn't much. Just night air. Rustling of leaves. Wind. Someone's muted breathing. It cuts off ( Read more... )

[Al thumbs on the PCD, holding it while walking. Kitty is draped around his shoulders, content to be a silky white scarf, purring steadily and cheerily getting hairs over the scarf he actually is wearing.]This time of year always makes me think of sledding and hot chocolate and cider ( Read more... )

[Al's idly playing with the ruffles on his sleeves. He's been relegated to something in dark forest green, gold and white. His hair has grown by now, enough that he's tied it back with a green ribbon to match ( Read more... )

[The video feed turns on. Alphonse is sitting outside -- probably because he can't feel how cold it is. He keeps opening and closing a hand as the steady raindrops blur the screen, as if he can will himself to feel them ( Read more... )

[There's a limit to how much one person can take ( Read more... )

[Soft panting, followed by gasps, and what sounds like someone having trouble breathing. The voice is a bit different in tone and bearing than the Alphonse of earlier in the week. He's much more sure of himself, more serious. There's a harder edge to it, but it's only made apparent by the sudden change.]

... th-that was cruel, Animus.

[A few ( Read more... )