*sitting in the rain storm with his knees hugged to his chest and his hood pulled up over his eyes--not that it helps, he's soaking wet and he doesn't like he's bothered by it, either. Or he just doesn't care. :S*
...maybe I am just a monster...
*hiding his face against his knee* And I'm a phony, too...
((ooc: Greed!Al got an earful from armor!Al that
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I know you...
*quiet* Fletcher...right?
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Are you... alright? What's wrong? *becoming quite concerned*
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*quiet* The rain doesn't bother me. I can't get sick...I can't grow old...and it's very, very hard to kill me. But what kind of person forces their own brother into giving them this life, Dorochet?
What kind of monster am I...?
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*scratches the back of his head, feeling he's probably not the best one to be consoling the Al part of Greed on these matters. But he wants to make his master feel better* I know I'd give my life for you...
*nudges the boy's shoulder with his own* Just hang tough, alright? I promise you things will get better. *Has a plan to get some stones from Dante for Greed, though he wont be telling master lest he tries to stop him*
Now please come inside. You need to conserve energy
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Thanks. But don't go out of your way to die for me, okay? I'd really rather have you in one piece. *getting to his feet, a little wobbly, and heads back inside. Already getting his cloak off to ring it out, hehe.*
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