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Character(s): Edward Elric and Alphonse Elric
Content: The pair finally get a room and can be ALLLLOOOOONNNNNEEEEE :P
Setting: Actua Are [N9}
Time: Late night, early morning
Warnings: none for now.

After Ed had put on the message to Marona and Karst where they were, Al waved him over with the key to their room. Exhausted, hurting, and not in the mood for anymore chaos, the elder Elric collected his bag and careully walked to where his brother was, only sparing a small wave to the growing crowd of noise. He followed the suit of armor with little thought to the smallish room with a single bed. There were a couple extra blankets and a chair with a writing desk in one corner.

Edward couldn't stiffle the huge yawn as he walked through the door, dropping his bag on the floor and the journal on top of it. It wasn't much, but it was a room. He gingerly sat on the bed and looked up to Al. "Well...alone at last. No squeaking little rodent, no loud mouthed...whatever they are," he waved his left arm haphazardly.

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"People, Brother. They're still just people." They were, even if they didn't all look like it. He didn't look much like people either. He was the most accepting out of the two of them, he had to be.

He stepped next to the bed and sat down on the floor, leaning back against the wall with a few creaks and a hollow thump. The helmet turns to meet his brother's golden eyes with a soul-bright glow. "Are you alright? You should try and get some rest..."

"Yeah, I'm okay." In spite of the aching hip and the arm that wasn't moving quite as well as it should, he felt okay. He didn't feel terrible, so that was a good sign.

Ed rumaged through his bag, pulled out the small oiling can and shrugs out of his coat and long sleeved shirt, showing the automail underneath. He starts examining the finger joints, oiling where needed. "Once I relax a bit, I'll get some sleep, Al. We should plan on examining the library that's in this ciry. Maybe there'll be some more information we can use to find our way home."

"We can head over that way when you wake up." He pulled out his journal and opened it to the map, plotting the best route there. "There is also a school, Brother! The Matteus Academy! Maybe someone there would be able to help us."

He lifted his head back to watch his brother trying to adjust his automail. "Maybe we should find a mechanic too, just in case. Winry would wrench us both if something happened to your automail again."

Ed nodded. He knew that just in case meant more than just in case his automail got beaten up. Just in case they couldn't get back home. No, they had to. It was the only way to get Al's body back. "Yeah...And we'll definitely check out the Acedemy."

Once the arm was done, he goes on to making certain that the joints in his leg automail was in better working order than before. He makes a slightly pained sound as he threw his leg up on the bed, enjoying the small relief of not having gravity pull on the partial bone.

"Don't worry, Brother!" He picked up his voice a bit, always trying to be the voice of hope. "We'll be home before you know it! Then we can find a way to get you're arm and leg back, so you won't be hurting anymore."

If Alphonse could offer a comforting smile he would. He turned back to the journal, poking around in an attempt to get used to how it works. "Winry won't know what to do with herself then!"

Ed looked up at that sentiment and shook his head. "Your body first, Alphonse, then my arm and leg. I can live without an arm and leg." He set the oil can down and shrugged out of his other boot, duster and long sleeved shirt. He finally lay out on the bed, sighing a little as his hand shifts up the form fitting shirt so he could rest it on his tummy.

"Maybe there's some history here, about others in the past who were trapped, and maybe they got out." He turned his head so he could look at Al. "Maybe there's even something else here that can help us get your body back. I got messages back from Karst and Marona. They're on the other side of the city, so we'll have to meet up with them later."

"But.." He let the subject fall with his gaze. Yes, Ed could live without and arm and leg, he has been for the past few years. But he is in pain, and Al just can't stand knowing that his brother is in constant pain and there is part of him who would gladly remain in this armor -no matter how much he hates it- if it meant his brother could find some peace.

He nodded quietly to his brother's words, deciding to post a message seeking a mechanic before anything gets worse. "Shouldn't fall asleep with your tummy out, Brother. You'll catch a cold.."

Edward opened an eye and looked over to the armor. He tried to imagine what Al would look like, the color of his eyes, the legnth of his hair. It was becoming increasingly difficult to do so. Memories were faulty, and they faded more into sounds and scents when the pictures in one's mind became colored by the present.

With a grunt, he yanked his duster up and covered his middle with it. Ed grumped a little with little energy behind it. "There. Happy?" But he smiled inwardly. Their mom always told him that, and it's almost a game to see what Al would say that was motherly.

He chuckled, the sound echoing about within him until it fades away into the darkness. "Or you could just get under the covers so all of you can stay warm!"

Ed smirked. "What and give you nothing to complain about? What kind of big brother would I be if I didn't do that?" He pulled the covers up, none the less, frowning a little at the coarse fabric. "'Night, Al. See you in the morning."

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