Why is that present buzzing.

[armoredsoul]

Who: Shark House and it's visitors
Where: Shark House, Goldenrod
When: All through December
Summary: December catch-all log!
Rating: PG13 because monsters, man.
Log:

Comments

[garbagechild]

<sub>[So that. SURE WAS A THING THAT HAPPENED.]

[Wrath happened to be inside when it happened, and had no inclination to run out and investigate himself, so instead he'll just. WATCH as Envy hauls the dripping Elric out of the pool.]

[Then he makes an executive decision.]

[When Al eventually comes inside, Wrath is waiting.]

[Instead of saying hello, he hands Al a piece of toast and then walks away.]



[????]

[Thanks Wrath.]</sub>

[armoredsoul]

[Um?]

[...okay.]

[Al stands holding the toast for a few moments, watching Wrath run off again in confusion before popping the toast into his mouth for a moment and bundling his clothing up a bit more so he can carry them without dripping QUITE as much before following. Sure the Pokemon tend to mess up the house a little bit, but he doesn't want to mess things up.]

Wrath?

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Wild Wrath has FLED! ... To the laundry room, where he is dragging a very large towel out of the dryer.]

[He learned very quickly that things from the dryer are WARM.]

[He turns around to face Al in the doorway, bundling it into his arms with some difficulty.]</sub>

You're very wet.

[armoredsoul]

[Al blinks a few times in surprise, then laughs and sets his bundle of wet clothing on the tiled floor before reaching to take the towel from Wrath.]

Hehe, and cold. Thank you, Wrath.

[garbagechild]

<sub>[He hands over the towel, then hops up on top of the dryer and sits, pressing his feet together.]

[He stares at Al wordlessly for awhile as the other boy dries off, not making a peep.]

[Until...]</sub>

You were gone a long time.

[armoredsoul]

[Al pauses in the middle of patting himself dry, looking at Wrath for a few moments before his gaze slides away with a sad smile.]

Yeah...I'm sorry I worried you all. I wasn't feeling very good.

[garbagechild]

If you were sick, you probably should have laid down in a bed.

Did you lie down in a bed?

_{[He's pretty sure that's what you do when you're sick.]}

[armoredsoul]

[He huffs out a small laugh, shaking his head.]

No, I wasn't sick. I was just very sad for a while.

[garbagechild]

Why?

_{[Simple and to the point, as always.]}

[armoredsoul]

[Alphonse shrugs and looks down with a small frown.]

I was...really missing Brother, is all.

[garbagechild]

Oh.

_{[He goes silent again. It's not really like it's SURPRISING to hear that or anything, but.]}

... Do you feel better now?

[armoredsoul]

...a little, yeah.

[That's a lie, really, but he doesn't want to worry anyone.]

[garbagechild]

_{[He's lucky that Wrath is not even remotely good at reading the subtleties of human emotion, because he promptly takes Al's reassurance at face value and hops off the washing machine.]}

Good.

Now that you're back, you can make soup for everyone.

I'm not allowed to use pots anymore.

_{[.... WHAT HAS TRANSPIRED WHILE AL WAS MISSING]}

[armoredsoul]

[...he was gone for a week.]

Why are you not allowed to use them? Did something happen?

[garbagechild]

Lust was sick.

She wanted soup.

_{[You put the dots together, Al.]}

[armoredsoul]

[...oh, no.]

[Al sighs and rubs his head, then pats Wrath's shoulder lightly.]

It was very kind of you to try. I'm sure she appreciated the effort.

[garbagechild]

Maybe.

I think she mostly appreciated when the scarred man threw away the bones I got to make the broth.

She thought I must have found them in the trash.