[ This Alphonse is sat on a bench in Central, legs crossed and a small black cellphone pressed to his ear. His eyes are shut and he's got a gloved hand propped up against his forehead. He's silent for a few beats before frowning. ]Brother, don't fall silent like that-- it makes me think I said something wrong. Sheesh... let me read the newspaper
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Excuse me, but... what is that?
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What is wha-- [ Looks down at his hand again and holds it up. ] --oh, um. My cellphone? It's a cellphone. For talking.
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Dreaming would be an improvement, you'd be able to just wake up.
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They're all the same... *He muttered to himself, quirking a brow before actually addressing the boy again.*
I'm not your brother, and how very lost you are right now, depends entirely on how familiar you might be with the terms Amestris, alchemy, and homunculus. So that's probably a good place to start, in order to figure out just ... how much needs to be explained to you.
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