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[oedipuscomplex]

[Edward stepped out of the bookstore, looking over the cover of his newest purchase with a small smirk. This would work, the kids need something fun to enjoy, and he was running out of things that were light enough for the age group that he read to, without pulling out the same few selections over and over again. He turned down the street, slipping

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[bipolaria]

((Holy crap, is that an Ai no Kusabi Ed? This is an... Alvy... actually. Features are halfway between Al and Hoju.))

[Judging from the random, boistrousness and profanity, Al recognized the louder Ed on the scene as the one he's met here earlier, but the quieter one seemed to be new here. He tried to surpress any hope that it might be *his* Ed and approached quietly, tapping the other blond on the shoulder.]

Hey. Do you know me?

[oedipuscomplex]

[ooc: sort of. He's from an AU game based off the series - that just recently closed, so I needed someplace else to play him.]

[Edward turned abruptly, mouth opening slightly only to pause at the question. He blinked, studying the other quietly before responding. If this kid was looking for the Ed from his own universe, he couldn't really imagine it would be him.]

If I have this place figured out, you're an Al, right? Sorry... I'm probably not who you're looking for, I haven't seen my brother since we were kids.

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[He bites his lip, just a little and looks slightly pained. Although he'd deny it because he *hadn't* gotten his hopes up, damnit. He offers a bitter little smile.]

Close enough. Sorry to bother you.

[He steps back, giving the Ed more space and contemplating his next move. Continue looking, continue being disappointed, continue blowing-up at people and making a nuisance of himself...]

[oedipuscomplex]

[He noticed the expression with a pang of guilt, wondering what it must be like for everyone here to continue to question every similar face they see, when he ... wouldn't be looking for anyone familiar, while he was here.]

Ah-

You didn't, don't worry about it.

[Ed didn't really know how to handle this much emotion all around him at once. Emotion was practically a taboo topic, at home, and he didn't know anyone else to have much experience with it, not since he was little.]