[Voice to family and Amestrian army] Unhackable

[saintedsinner]

WHY THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE TALKING TO GREED?!

He's BAD NEWS. Especially if we don't know which Greed he is, (and I can tell you that he's not the one I know.)

And you're all off to go gawking at the homunculus zoo?! Really! I can take care of myself, and so can Al, so stop falling into his damn trap!

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[al_truism]

Don't worry, Brother. We all know better. People are just a little overprotective of us, you know that.

...

You didn't think we forgot?

[saintedsinner]

-=there's a bunch of grumbling.=-

Winry made a cake...

[al_truism]

Uh-huh.

[And though he's elsewhere in the house, he just might be weaving in his direction.]

[saintedsinner]

-=more grumping and a heavy sigh.=-

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[al_truism]

[And because Al can't be bothered to keep talking over the PCD, he chuckles softly.]

Where are you?

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[saintedsinner]

.... My room.


-=pouting.=-

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[al_truism]

[Not bothering to knock! Al just heads on in, his hand behind his back with something, a thoughtful smile on his face.]

... this'll be the first time we've officially celebrated it in a long for you, isn't it?

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[saintedsinner]

-=luckily, he did have a book in front of him.=-

Hmm? Yeah, but we've been busy for a long time, too.

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[al_truism]

I know. Strictly practical things. I guess I can't seem to break the habit. I wanted to find something special.

... but I ended up making this instead.

[He shifts to sit near him, dropping the small but heavy wrapped package in his lap.]

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[saintedsinner]

-=blinks a little, setting his own book down and starts unwrapping the gift.=-

You made this, huh?


-=pauses when he brings the gift into view.=-

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[al_truism]

Uh-huh. I hid it in the closet when I wasn't working on it. [The gift is a leatherbound journal, the leather cut from something far nicer than a turkey hide, sturdy but handsome. The book is made from alchemized paper, bound securely, but by hand. Although he could have made this all with alchemy, Al obviously did as much of the job as he possibly could by hand. Ed's name is etched into the corner of the cover, with what looks like silver, though it's in Al's neatest handwriting.

His voice drops, a little shy.]

I know yours didn't end up coming with you, and I've seen you writing things down on loose paper. So...

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[saintedsinner]

It's nice, Al. -=his tone is softer and more casual sounding than usual. There's no gritty edge to it. He turns the cover to look at the pages.=- Really nice.

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[al_truism]

[Al smiles, just a little smile, but... eventually, Ed will find the scrawled note written in their original cipher.

Every journey, first to last. I'll be at your side. - Al]

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[saintedsinner]

-=He comes to this page and stops dead, reading the cypher like it was a language he was born with.=-


-=and then looks up to Alphonse, his eyes wavering.=-

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[al_truism]

[Wordlessly, Al leans in and wraps his arms around his brother in a warm hug.]

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[saintedsinner]

-=returns the hug, probably clinging a little more than he needed to.=-

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[al_truism]

[Not about to mind it. He just leans in, keeping him close as long as Ed wants him to.]