saintedsinner

saintedsinner

...Why does everything taste like card board? I thought we had plenty of spices here, Al?

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From:

al_truism

[He hesitates, which means yes. He rolls up the sleeve of his sweater. A shiny burn makes a curving line along his forearm. It's already showing signs of blistering, as if there were several seconds of contact.]

... I couldn't feel it when it happened.

[He smelled it.]

From:

saintedsinner

-=He doesn't gasp, but his expression hardens when he moves his automail hand over the burn. Shit.=-

You couldn't feel it at all? How--? -=crap, this was serious.=-

From:

al_truism

[Al doesn't move away. If there's any contact, he doesn't flinch.]

The event. ... I lost my sense of touch. I can't feel anything.

From:

saintedsinner

-=Frowns deeply when Al doesn't move. Ed understands this.=-

That's not good. -=Al should be familiar with the lack of touch, too, but flesh is more easily injured than metal.=-

We'll get this bandaged up first, and then figure out what we can do.

From:

al_truism

[He is. It doesn't scare him, but it does disturb him, deep down. He deals with that by withdrawing.]

Okay. Disinfectant?

From:

saintedsinner

Yeah. Come on. -=First aid is down in the kitchen.=-

From:

al_truism

[Al follows, but he doesn't casually touch him on the arm or sleeve as he normally does. It's a habit that manifested since coming to Adstring. With certain people, like Ed, he needs to touch constantly.

Now, he doesn't do it.]

Thanks.

From:

saintedsinner

-=He notices, but doesn't say anything. Just does what he needs to do.=-

No cooking for you until this is done and over with. -=smirks=- You only have so much skin.

From:

al_truism

[Al gives a little smile back, mixed in emotion, but then stronger. He can do this, easily. He's done it before. Al settles down in a chair and rolls up his sleeve.]

Think you guys can handle it?

From:

saintedsinner

-=Another wry look as he sets to taking care of Al. Just like old times. Only Ed could repair Al's armor.=-

Food just wouldn't taste the same without you making it, anyway.

From:

al_truism

[Al chuckles softly. He loves these little moments. Strange how normal all of this seems.]

Well, you don't have to worry about anything tasting bad, right?

From:

saintedsinner

-=That's Edward. Making certain things are as normal as possible.=-

Yeah! I might even be able to stomach some of Rachel's weird vegan crap!

From:

al_truism

[When the world screws itself, be logical. Best coping mechanism.]

It might make her happy if you did.

From:

saintedsinner

-=Yep! Still gotta eat. Still gotta crap, etc. etc.=-

Why would I want to do that? -=sulk/blush=-

From:

al_truism

Because it's nice to be nice to people, sometimes.

[Also; it really tickles him.]

From:

saintedsinner

-=.... Ed hates being nice to her=-

Only sometimes! I don't fee this sometimes feeling comin on~

From:

al_truism

[Cue the You Are Hopeless Sigh™.]

From:

saintedsinner

What. -=grump right back at you=-

We have more things to worry about than whether she can get her.... Shit-Gluten Free wheat crap cakes down our throats.

From:

al_truism

True, but you're the only one really worrying about it.

From:

saintedsinner

.... -=Your logic is NOT WANTED=-

... So?

From:

al_truism

[Ffff, but Al smiles and bangs his elbow against the table before setting it up properly.]

I'll ask Winry if she'd be interested in cooking.

From:

saintedsinner

-=Winces a bit=-

I'm going to transmute your clothes so they offer some protection, brother. You keep hitting everything...

-=Like a helmet=-

From:

al_truism

[Al pulls up the sleeve to examine his elbow. Doesn't look like much now, but there will probably be a little bruise later. Siiigh.]

No, that'd be so uncool...

[Imagining himself in enough padding to look like a sumo wrestler.]