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[bloodseal_soul]

[A boy, tall, familiar, long and loose blond hair blowing in the wind, tossing around his face and wide, bright but steely eyes. His lips and jaw are set, determined, as if he's been through something similar before and couldn't be less guarded or unhappy with his predicament

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[willing_sheath]

[Still out and about with her bags--which she practically drops seeing him.]

Alphonse...?

[Moves over to him quickly, doing a good job of not falling in the snow or dropping her stuff.]

What... happened...?

[Oh bad feeling is baaaaaad]

[willing_sheath]

[Once inside she takes a deep breath, trying to collect herself again.]

The... apartments are upstairs... I... am assigned to apartment five... but I stay in apartment four... [the reason for which... he can't remember...]

There is... a clinic on this floor... just over there... [points in the appropriate direction...]

...

You... He was the one... who ran it... along with Marron Glace... and myself... though my own knowledge is lacking... [Her brows draw a little again, as though the complication just hit her.]

L-let me drop this off... and I can take you up to nine...

[ooc; and lol... I'm not sure if she realizes that Al and Marron are a couple or not--she just knows they're really close pffft (she is wondering if she should try to track down Marron and warn him though ;; )]

[bloodseal_soul]

[A clinic. He keeps hearing about this, even the fact that he RAN it. Knowing the prominence of the owner of the clinic back in Adstringendum, it made his ears color. Himself, in THAT position? Really?

He watches her, still clutching the bags in his arms, and nods slowly.]

... why do you stay in apartment four?

[ooc; Oh lawd the mindfuck. Ffff.]

[willing_sheath]

...

[In a very real way she doesn't want to answer... but at the same time he was here... he needed to know just what a threat was actually outside of the walls.]

...

I died in apartment five...

...

There was a Solenum outbreak... about six weeks ago... The Gate... brought most of us back afterward... but...

...

[Shakes her head.]

Too much happened in there... I haven't been able to go in... since the Gate brought me back... Someone... very dear to me lives in four... so I have stayed with him ever since...

...

Has... anyone explained to you what the Solenum virus is...? Or what is outside of the city walls...?

[bloodseal_soul]

[A hard, uncomfortable thump of his heart, and he sets a gentle hand on her shoulder.]

... yeah. They've told me.

[willing_sheath]

[She manages not to tense at the touch--it was Al, after all... sort of--and glances back to him again, nodding.]

Alright...

[She starts forward again, stopping at the door of four, entering and waiting for him to follow.]

[bloodseal_soul]

[She may not have tense, but he could tell the touch wasn't welcome. He pulled back quickly, nodding back. He wondered if he should leave her alone, leave her to her thoughts, but she didn't seem to be trying to get rid of him.

With a deep breath, he follows her.]

[willing_sheath]

[It was less that he was touching her and more that she just didn't like to be touched in general with few exceptions.]

[But... he wouldn't know that...]

[Inside she makes her way to the kitchen area and sets her bag down and motions for him to set the other there as well, quickly moving to put the supplies away, occasionally glancing back to him through her work.]

...

Are you hungry...?

[bloodseal_soul]

[Al settled for handing things to her because he wasn't sure where anything went. Come to think of it, he really hadn't eaten since the night before.]

... ah. Yeah, a little bit, but I shouldn't impose...

[willing_sheath]

[There isn't anything particularly interesting in there--looks very much like bare essentials (sigh)]

[She shakes her head.]

It's alright... There is enough to share a little... it is the least that I can do...

[Continues with the quick unpack, taking items as he hands them to her. And, actually, no. There is something of interest wrapped in a small paper bundle stuck down to the bottom of one bag, about the size of someone's fist. Doesn't seems like there's food in that one.]

[bloodseal_soul]

[Equivalency, he tells himself. Now, he's going to help her back. She can't have much, from the looks of things, and he won't be responsible for her going hungry, ever.

But his hand meets a package, and he frowns curiously, lifting it from the bag and holding it in his upturned palm, though he doesn't move to open it, or ask about it.

Instead, he just looks at her a bit quizzically, letting her have an out if she doesn't want to discuss it.]

[willing_sheath]

[She looks up and sees him holding the package, a bit of color rising on her cheeks, reaching out to take it. She stands there with it in her hands for a few moments, as if she wants to put it somewhere but doesn't know where (considering she has no pockets and is lacking the sleeves or obi she would have hidden it it before).]

...

[She glances around (as if making sure no one is watching her--obviously Al doesn't count) and then looks to one of the rooms.]

I'll be right back...

[And heads toward said room, disappearing for a moment before returning again empty-handed.]

That... is a gift for someone...

[ooc; isn't it purdy?]