Strange encounters [Traverse Town; Open to Greed; COMPLETE]

[secondmetal]

The not-so-peaceful streets in the second district of Traverse Town were particularly noisy this day. The dimness of the empty roads did nothing to muffle the noise as Al ran along the cobblestones. It had been a long time since he had moved about without considering the hollow clanking his footsteps tended to make, but he could not bring himself

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[ultimate_shield]

Living for over three hundred years left a person (or homunculus, but let's not be picky) with a bit of street smarts, a sense of when something bad was going to happen, and... a certain amount of grace.

That is, Greed wasn't one to crash into people - let alone a very loud, very obvious suit of armor.

It was a bit of a shock when it happened, then. The hard metal smacked right into his chest as he rounded a corner. His instincts had a shield up in seconds, but it soon became obvious that he didn't actually need it.

Eyes narrowed, he stared at the armor suspiciously. How had he screwed that one up? This whole situation had a little unsettled, even if he was trying to keep his calm. He'd been thinking about his plans and hadn't been focusing on the environment.

This wasn't something he saw every day, though. Placing a hand on his hip, Greed tilted his head. "What's with the outfit?"

[secondmetal]

The town had been so quiet and empty that Al had not even thought about his headlong flight until the large gentleman had come around the corner, right into his path. The crash sent him staggering back, large gauntlets going instinctively to his helmet to make sure it didn't fall off.

If Ed had been here, he'd be mad at me for being so reckless. Al could almost feel himself blushing. He straightened his head a little, then started bowing repeatedly. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Please excuse me."

[ultimate_shield]

That... didn't answer his question.

Well, the guy (kid?) was pretty polite for coming off as so intimidating at first. "Fine," he responded. His well-being wasn't his largest concern at the moment. It was his curiosity that was at the forefront of his mind.

Which meant he wasn't going to excuse him. Even if the armor guy was in a hurry, Greed didn't simply let interesting people walk away.

"What's with the outfit?" he repeated, raising his voice a little to make sure he was heard and answered.

[secondmetal]

Al felt relief wash over him. It was good that he hadn't hurt anyone. Besides being chased by Heartless, it would have been awful to have injured a local. Although...now that he thought about it, the man hadn't even been thrown by the run in. He must be very strong, Al realized.

The question brought him back from his wandering, though, and he straightened. "Outfit?" he asked, confused. Was there something odd with his loincloth?