[closed log]
Jul. 14th, 2011 11:40 pmIt's hardly a strange place to find Al - curled up on the couch with one (or a few) of the cats on his lap or his feet or even draped over the back of the furniture behind him, a book in one hand and more on the side table, and a notebook balanced on the arm of the sofa. He isn't a pencil-chewer like his brother, opting instead to slide his pencil through his ponytail while he reads, only reaching up for it when he finds something of particular interest.
It also keeps his hands conveniently free for whatever beverage he has beside him that day, because he's found it's always a pleasant accompaniment to his reading-slash-research. The heat of this particular day has called for something iced, and that's one thing he's never been able to fault this place for - there's always a plentiful assortment of fresh fruits to be found in the Market District, and most of those make for very refreshing juices.
The sound of dripping is a constant and soothing background noise from the lab, which they've kept despite having plenty of alchemical power back to make their way - it's a reminder of where Al started, on his own, and it's certainly less tedious than constantly having to use alchemy for the more mundane tasks that keep their business afloat. But it's also the only noise, and that makes Al suspicious.
His hand pauses where he's been gently stroking the cat in his lap - Hawkeye, who with her larger size, has always managed to lay claim to that particularly prized spot - and he looks up from his reading, his eyes narrowing slightly. Silence makes him nervous, because Ed is not particularly known for his silence.
"Brother?"
It also keeps his hands conveniently free for whatever beverage he has beside him that day, because he's found it's always a pleasant accompaniment to his reading-slash-research. The heat of this particular day has called for something iced, and that's one thing he's never been able to fault this place for - there's always a plentiful assortment of fresh fruits to be found in the Market District, and most of those make for very refreshing juices.
The sound of dripping is a constant and soothing background noise from the lab, which they've kept despite having plenty of alchemical power back to make their way - it's a reminder of where Al started, on his own, and it's certainly less tedious than constantly having to use alchemy for the more mundane tasks that keep their business afloat. But it's also the only noise, and that makes Al suspicious.
His hand pauses where he's been gently stroking the cat in his lap - Hawkeye, who with her larger size, has always managed to lay claim to that particularly prized spot - and he looks up from his reading, his eyes narrowing slightly. Silence makes him nervous, because Ed is not particularly known for his silence.
"Brother?"