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[returnedsoul]

Who: Alphonse and Orphanage Residents
What: Alphonse's settling in for the night, maybe making friends. Orphanage things!
When: Tonight (June 23rd )
Where: The nice Orphanage
Warnings: None

Finally. They were finally at the orphanage. Alphonse looked up at the building before glancing back at the police car. They were still there, waiting. Alphonse was

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[theworldnpcs]

A young girl, about thirteen years old, slender, with long braided black hair, poked her head from around a corner. She'd been in orphanages and foster homes her whole life. A problem child, and she was getting too old, now. She'd given up hope of finding a family a long time ago.

Pursing her lips, she snuck up next to Al and snatched the documents out of his hand. Her English reading was really terrible; switching schools a million times didn't do much for learning. "A...Aru...fonzu...Eruriku."

He was cute, at least. A little older than her. She liked foreign kids. She'd got along really well with the few foreign children that came to stay. They had very similar personalities and leases on life. Maybe this...hard-to-pronounce named kid would be the same. She punched him hard on the arm.

[returnedsoul]

Alphonse had almost been asleep when those peices of paper were taken out of his hand. It was just a little girl, so he didn't see the harm in letting her see. He smiled a little as she stumbled over his name, his eyes opening just a little bit. It wasn't until his arm was punched that he jolted to the land of the conscious, with a small frown and a mumbled.

"Ow! Hey!" Alphonse glanced at the girl, his grumpy little frown fading away into a somewhat curious little smile. He didn't mind kids, a lot of the time they were just a little misunderstood. "Hey. What's your name?"

[theworldnpcs]

She got really close to his face, studying him carefully, looking rather dubious, before nodding her head in a quick bow. "Name's Furuhata Satomi. How old're you, kid? You speak Japanese funny. You American? Your name's weird, too. I'm shortenin' it to Aru. That's easy to say."

She sat on the bench next to him, but in a few moments, she was doing a handstand on it, her shirt flying up over her stomach and her long gangly legs kicking in the air.

[returnedsoul]

Alphonse shifted backwards when the girls face shifted towards his. He offered her a rather hesitant smile as she talked. "That's fine. I'm not from America. I guess I'm from a place really far away. I can try to talk clearer."

Alphonse turned and watched the girl as she sat down, but quickly shifted away again as she stood on her hands. He laughed after a moment, and bent forward to try and find her eyes. "You're really talented. Who taught you how to do that?"