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[disembodied]

[ when this happens, one may find an unresponsive alphonse elric slumped over beside the fountain. you might even see him fall! he's not going to be getting up until the other elric brother is.

but a little while later, the voice clicks on. it's close to midnight. ]

It's a little late, but does anyone have any good book recommendations?

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[Written]

[automailed]

Hey, don't rush me. You really think I'm going to want to start reading as soon as I'm at the house?

[Written]

[truthhides.livejournal.com]

For whenever you're ready.

[ unsure... he doesn't want to bring this up while his brother is still out there. but are they staying in the house? ]

[Written]

[automailed]

Sure. [Edward taps the pen against the page for a few times, puzzling over his options for a moment. Blearily, however, he fumbles the pen, and it slips from the automail fingers and rolls along the floor under his cot. He curses - he can't get up right now to fetch it, he'll just fall over - and then-]

[Voice]

...Hey, Al?

[His voice is strained, quieter than normal, so it's probably obvious - as if it wasn't before - that all isn't well. But at the same time he doesn't sound like he's in an absurd amount of pain, either.]

[voice]

[truthhides.livejournal.com]

[ ... he sounds awful. alphonse lowers his head, clenching his fists under the desk. unseen, though the tell tale squeak of his joints says it all. ]

Yes, brother?

[voice]

[automailed]

[...Yeah, he heard that. Better make this quick.]

I gotta go. [Because he's passing out and that would be bad on the journal.] Talk to you later.

[voice]

[truthhides.livejournal.com]

... Night, Ed.

[voice]

[automailed]

...Mm. Night. [And he's out before he can even close the journal.]