Sometimes people leave you, halfway through the wood.

[garbagechild]

Who: Alphonse Elric, Envy, Greed, and Wrath.
Where: An ill-fated bakery. All around Goldenrod. The freakin' basement.
When: August 11th onwards! This is a catch-all.
Summary: The world has been pretty good to the various monsters and serial killers hailing from Amestris, but one particular villainous wild child has yet to be rehabilitated.
Rating: PG-13 for talk of abuse, manipulation, brainwashing, all that good stuff.
Log:

Continued from here.

Comments

[armoredsoul]

[Al doesn't even bat an eye; he's so used to Wrath's oddities by now that it would be more notable if he didn't act like an animal half the time.]

Nope, it's a meal! Sometimes when you're sick a thinner soup with less solid things in it is easier on your stomach, but there's plenty in a soup to fill you up.

[Beryl leans forward a little to sniff as well, and Al chuckles before reaching to give the Eevee a little scratch between the ears.]

[garbagechild]

_{[Oh, this smells MUCH better than the soups in the cafeteria.]}

It smells good.

When do we get to eat it?

[armoredsoul]

As soon as the sandwiches are done toasting, so just a bit longer. Go wash your hands and I'll get it all ready for you. You want anything to drink?

[garbagechild]

Okay.

<sub>[He steps away from watching the pot bubble and wanders over to the sink.]

[Thank god Wrath doesn't seem to have the same aversion to hand-washing as he does to bathing as a whole.]</sub>

And yes, please.