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"I've been having too many late nights... I wonder if Ed hates me."

"It being blah? I'm pretty sure that's what it means." Bad and blah were interchangeable in her vocabulary. Cue getting nervous a little bit. "Well, my shower thinks I'm pretty good. And according to the musical's I've been in before, I can dance." That was the most important part. "Despite me not having rhythm." Pause. She smiled at him. "I'm sure that you can sing! I've never met someone that couldn't!"

“Fascinating,” Alfons noted, feeling like he was learning a lot from Riana during this conversation. He liked getting to know her and learning what kind of person she was. “I’m sure you’re wonderful. I really have got to see you perform one day.” He flashed her a smile in return. “Maybe, but I can’t sing well. I would say that’s an accurate and fair assessment.”

#riana

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Correction: I like keeping you on your toes. -makes a fake pout face, giving him the best kicked puppy look he could manage- But we are! There are no secrets! -well. He goes in for a kiss because he could, everything at ease. Edward pulls back with a sigh.- All of the secrets.

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Ohhh, my mistake! -chuckles, quite amused by Ed's face. He extends a hand and caresses his cheek- I guess I can't resist a face like yours. Mmm... -melts with the kiss and looks back at the night sky- Yeah. All of our secrets under the stars.

#Crack Roleplay

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Edward was reading. He was only half paying attention to the words the other was saying. But he did catch that he never drank milk. It was like Edward was split. Well, that’s how he felt anyways. His eyebrows crinkled together. “Oh.” But he drank anyways. What was the harm? His eyes were glued to the page. Reading, analyzing. There was the soft turn of parchment. The smell was welcoming. He picked up a chamomile flower, that which had been pressed into the pages. That’s why the pages were so fragrant. He wanted to show it to Alfons, but instead of took another sip of milk. His stomach rumbling.

“A little.” He said. “It doesn’t really have a taste to me.” His tongue felt a little useless in his mouth, actually. Where had he seen the dandelion before? He blinked. Oh, that was right. Edward remembered pressing it. But why? There was a reason to everything in this book. But why.. His eyes shot to Alfons, mouth forming a silent oh. This was taken from a venture to the park with the other. He set the flower down. The first time they… Oh.

He flipped the page, hunkering down more intently on the novel. It felt like a novel. A recording of everything. It described alchemy. It described several things, like the reason it felt like morning to him. When it was night time over in this World, it was morning over there. It explained a few more things, noting that if he didn’t remember what had happened this far, then he’d drank too much. And not to again but blah blah blah. “I drew you.” He said, coming back from his thoughts to say that much.” He flipped the book over to him, showing the profile of the over. In it, Alfons was laughing, eyes crinkled. It wasn’t half bad either. His stomach grumbled. Pulling him to the present. He pulled the book back to hold his place. “We could do that. Sounds like fun.” Edward smiled, nodding his head. “Though I might be pretty absorbed.” He said, nodding toward the book.”

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Alfons recognized that face quite well. He could always tell when Edward was lost in his own world. It happened very easily whenever the small blond became absorbed in a book. His focus was remarkable. When Edward got involved with a book, nothing else seemed to matter. Alfons admired him for that trait. He had to smile a little bit. Edward's expression was so studious. The small blond did not even seem to notice when his stomached roared quite loudly. Finding the truth took precedence over feeding himself; Alfons could get like that when he was working on rockets.

"That's very fascinating. You always complained it tasted like vomit before." Alfons recollected Edward's milk rants all too well. He continued to watch Edward. He noticed the other teen began to take out pressed flowers from the journal's pages. The faded dandelion struck Alfons as well. He recollected how the flower's yellow petals reminded him of Edward's golden hair. He knew it was from that first walk in the park together. He felt vaguely hopeful because there appeared to be faint traces of recognition on Edward's face.

Alfons kept watching Edward. This journal may have held many answers to their problems. He wanted Edward to make a full recovery and would do anything in his power to help. He had to smile when Edward willingly showed him a page. He had never seen anything in the journal before. "I'm impressed by your art!" he complimented genuinely. He liked that he looked so happy and well in Edward's picture. The teen may have modeled it after a moment when they were happy together.

"That's perfectly alright. But a change of scenery might do you some good. Let's go. You can bring your book with you." Once they were completely dressed, Alfons led them out of the apartment building. They ventured down the stairs, passing Gracia's closed shop on the way. "We could eat at this diner that's a few blocks from here." Alfons knew the environment would be far quieter than the beer hall. He thought it would be a better place for Edward to study in peace.

#alfonsrp

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The other’s words touched him. As well as the warm rubs. He hummed in contentment, eyes fluttered shut, breathing relaxed, smooth. He felt like nothing was wrong again. Everything seemed to be drifting into the right kinds of places. His prosthetic foot drew lazy circles against Alfons’s ankle, being that was all he could reach. Another kiss. Lips to collarbone. He didn’t think this would have actually happened, before. Not with the disease threatening Alfons’s mortality. The atmosphere was still dreamy to him. All that was on his mind though, was sleep. Who knew he could be so tuckered out over such a thing?

The words still hummed in his head, and it almost worried him. Would he ever? The answer was yes, but he didn’t want to think it. The Gate was a ravenous deity. He could feel it’s probing shadow hands in the crevices of his mind. He wished he would have noticed it sooner. He hadn’t known, so there were parts of his life that he didn’t remember. Parts that he would never get back. He tried not to think about it, murmuring, “Of course. I’ll never forget.” He swore. Edward knew that Alfons was weaved into his journal. Written in. He wouldn’t forget. As long as the journal continued to jog his memory. The blonde promised it sincerely. He doubt he could ever forget someone who touched his life so gingerly.

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The quiet shared between them was calm and relaxing. Alfons's eyes remained shut. The teen was completely relaxed. Everything really did feel right in the world for the time being. It did not matter how everything around them may have really been in shambles. With his short amount of time, Alfons realized the importance of living in the moment. Each moment like this with Edward was meant to be enjoyed and treasured.

"I'm...glad..." Alfons replied slowly before drifting into sleep. His hands stopped massaging Edward. He slept fairly peacefully, though his breathing was somewhat labored due to his affliction. He felt very warm and secure underneath Edward.

#edoedwardelric #forgettinggrp

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“I see. I didn’t know he attended University.”

Exactly!

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"Well, he doesn't formally attend. He likes to drop into certain lectures that are relevant to his interests, but he doesn't do so well with conventional classes. He challenges the professors excessively."

#colonelinblue

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“Might I ask who are you and how do you know Fullmetal?”

you have confused him, Alfons!

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"I'm his roommate. My name is Alfons Heiderich. Edward and I met at a lecture at a university."

He blinded Roy with science!

#colonelinblue #hello (:

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"There you are, Ed. I was starting to get worried," Alfons said to the other in greeting. The hour was late. Edward usually beat his roommate home considering how obsessed the German teen was with his rocketry. "Did you eat yet tonight? Want me to fix you something before bed?"

#lostwithinthisworld #thanks for the follow!#we could totes do a plot based RP as well.#i just wanted to send you some love for the time being.#(:

"No man, it's actually pffptfph." Which was the equivalent of you spluttering your tongue. "It /has/ endured a lot of practice. And rewrites, but it is still pretty blah, I assure you." But she would let Alfons read it. Once chapter whatever was done, you need a good chunk if you're going to read something. She was getting pretty good at this Bathing People thing. She could start up a people wash. Yeah! "I think there's a musical thing coming up." She said. "Maybe I could do that."

Alfons shook his head, grinning all the while. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he remarked, amused. “Musical, huh?” Alfons echoed, intrigued by what she said. “Do you like singing? I don’t think I can really carry a tune at all to be honest,” he admitted to her.

#riana

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“Choo-coo! All board the Mustang train!”

…why are you playing with trains?

“Because it’s fun.”

…-snickers- okaaay.

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"Could you really be the colonel Edward mentions so much in his sleep? I always pictured you being...different."

#LOL #your banter amuses me (;#colonelinblue

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-chuckles, watching him affectionately. He leans in and nuzzles against Ed’s face- Really? You’re so intriguing, mystery man.

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-laughs. The nickname makes his nose crinkle as he chuckles. As his face is nuzzled, Edward bonks their noses a little.- It’s fun to remain a mystery. What can I say?

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I guess you can say you like keeping me in suspense. -stays close to Ed's face, grinning all the while- How cruel, Ed. And here I thought we were sharing all secrets. -says in a totally teasing way-

#Crack Roleplay

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All the encouragements were giving Edward this silly feeling of pride. He wanted to make Alfons feel proud of him, maybe he’d be able to remember for him. He wanted to. Even more so, he wanted to remember him. Remember what made him so special. What made him the one to cool him. Make him relax. Alfons seemed like an extremely special person. How else would he be able to stand Edward like this? So out of himself. So out.

He turned as he watched him get some water, eyeing it. Was he thirsty? Yes, but not for water. Edward nodded, but then shook his head. Setting the journal on the table, he padded over to the fridge, opening it. “Do we have any milk? I have this craving…” Here we go! He pulled the carton out with a sense of accomplishment, going where Alfons did when he got himself a cup, and did the same. Pouring felt weird, but he held it steady. Muscle memory was a glorious thing.

The was a moment of hesitance, when he set the carton of milk back in the fridge, because he wasn’t sure how he was going to get started on reading this journal. It looked pretty worn, pretty written in. He fingered the pages, the feel of it not triggering anything. Edward took a sip of his milk, which actually tasted pretty darn good, he thought, and he opened it up.

The first part was sketches, a coat with a symbol, a pocket watch, a suit of armor. A pair of gloves. The writing was haphazard, written as if the person writing had been scared doing so. In a hurry. Edward squinted, looking up at Alfons. “We should get something to eat.” He suggested. “We were sleeping.” Pause. “Weren’t we?”

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The question was like something out of a dream. The sight was like something from another planet. Alfons was not usually one to gawk. His mother had raised him very well and taught him the importance of manners. But when Edward poured himself a glass of milk, Alfons could not help but stare with his jaw open. Edward despised milk. Milk was the bane of his existence. The only way Edward tolerated milk was if it was mixed in something else, like stew, which transformed the taste entirely. Alfons definitely felt like he was in the twilight zone.

"Uh, Ed..." Alfons began, honestly troubled over the milk incident. It may have seemed insignificant, but Alfons was terrified of Edward turning into another person. The German teen cleared his throat. "Milk has always been your least favorite thing to drink. Actually, that's putting it mildly... You always hated it," he finished. "Does it really taste good to you now?"

Alfons finished his water and set it on the counter. He was uncertain Edward wanted him to look at the notebook or not. Honestly, he had never seen the inside of its pages before. As Edward began to speak, he composed himself from the initial milk shock. "Sure. You want to go out?" They could always try to trigger Edward's memories over a meal. Keeping up both of their strength was important. "And yes, that's correct. We were sleeping. We actually went back to bed. That's why it's early evening. We both drank too much last night."

#alfonsrp

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Edward loved messing with Alfons’s hair. It was was usually so crafted. He loved running his hands through it, playing with the white blonde likes. When he pulled back the towel he couldn’t hold back a fond chuckle. His hair was puffed out, so he reached over and fixed it, just a little. The kiss made Edward smile. The gentleness of it all, of Alfons, warmed his heart. He found his cheeks were pretty pink, but he knew it wasn’t from the heat nor the steam from the shower.

He smiled warmly as he was being dried off. He let himself stay still as he was dried, eyes locked on Alfons. He was going to fasten his hair in a braid, but he recalled how much Alfons enjoyed it when it was down, so he brushed it out of his face, letting the other bring him to the bed. Everything felt surreal. But in the best way possible. His eyes fluttered as Alfons called to him. He grinned, falling more or so less gracefully beside him, but then squirming on top of him.

In the time away from his touch, Edward had forgotten how warm the other felt. He adjusted himself on him, his hand fixing Alfons’s bangs before he finds his hand. “If I fall asleep first I’m sorry in advance.” He says, a little bashful. He nuzzles into him, sharing a kiss before laying his head against his collarbone. “You’re extraordinary, Alfons. Don’t you ever forget that, okay?”

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Alfons felt relieved when Edward settled into bed with him. He draped his arms around the smaller blond's body. His hands trailed down Edward's backside, making their way to his lower back. Alfons began to knead Edward's warm skin. This was his idea of paradise. With his short amount of time, he was thankful to have had such an experience with Edward. He would never forget how the pair of them made love no matter what happened. And when times were dark, he would always have the memory of their intimacy to cherish.

Crystal blue orbs peered lazily into ocher orbs. He smiled fondly partway into Edward's kiss. "There's no need to be. I've never been able to rest so well before," he admitted. Once Edward put his head down, his eyes drifted shut. He kept massaging Edward's backside. He had never felt so warm before. This was a wonderful afterglow. "I won't ever forget, Edward," he promised. "Never forget how happy you've made me," he said in turn. "Or about me. I'll always remember you."

#edoedwardelric #forgettinggrp

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"You know, it's still really bad. I wouldn't want you staring at the jokes that only I get and trying to follow a really wobbly plot." On The Grayscale was a wibbly-wobbly plotty thing. Riana scratched her cheek with her hand, a little surprised. "I mean, I haven't really looked for community theatres. But I mean, if they hold auditions-- I'd love to do that!" She loved acting, no doubt. But either or was a hard decision.

“I somehow doubt that. You need to give yourself more credit,” Alfons encouraged. “And a lot of things require practice. You would have laughed if you ever saw how terrible my first model rocket turned out,” he shared with her. He chuckled a bit. “But as long as you believe in yourself, things will usually pan out just fine.”

Alfons kept smiling at her. He liked how her face lit up when she spoke of her acting. With the way their conversation was going, he was forgetting about the fact that she was bathing him. He felt comfortable at the moment. “Good. We could always try looking into that together.”

#riana

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Edward’s eyes went to the drain as the safe patter of the shower head ceased. He could feel the worldly worries returning to him, and he wished in the silence that he could go back. The afterglow was still being shared, though, and Edward was excited to bask in it with Alfons.

His fingers latched onto his. He got to his feet and opened the shower door for him. The Amestrian stepped through, getting a warm cotton towel. “Let me..?” With this he wrapped it around Alfons’s frame. He raised it a little, getting his hair all poofed and fluffy. He couldn’t help but smile. Alfons was always quite adorable.

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"Oh, Ed..." Alfons murmured. His pale cheeks flushed a pretty pink color when Edward began to towel him off. While Edward could sometimes be a little brash and impulsive, he usually treated Alfons with a tremendous amount of kindness. The German teen felt very fortunate. He leaned in close and placed a gentle kiss on Edward's lips. "Thank you."

He raised his hand and ran his fingers through Edward's golden locks, which were still considerably damp. "Please let me return the favor," he requested once he was mostly dry. Alfons took the other towel off the rack and began to dry Edward's scarred body. He loved all of Edward's imperfections. There was nobody quite like him emotionally or physically. Lastly, he finished by gently squeezing some of the excess water from Edward's hair.

"Let's go to bed," Alfons suggested again. He covered his mouth as a yawn escaped from it. He was feeling quite sleepy and fulfilled. The taller blond slung an arm around the smaller one's shoulders and guided him back to the bedroom. In the next instant, he flopped into bed on his backside. Alfons held his arms out to Edward, beckoning for him. "I already miss your warmth. Come rest on me," he plead.

#edoedwardelric #forgettinggrp

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Edward watched him with a bit of fascination, eyes wide with bewilderment. He was acting as if he had never seen a prosthetic before. In a way, he didn’t. His eyes flicked occasionally from the leg to Alfons. Perhaps it was weird to say- well, think- but he could understand why he would well… like Alfons. He felt a tad childish, shifted his leg once the latch was hooked. “Oh-!” That felt nice.

He struggled to get to his feet. His hand reached to plant into the floor, finding himself struggling with the fact of current dual-handedness. After some complication and the words telling the other that he had it, he was to his feet. The air was cold against his stump, and it soothed just a little. He took a few unmoving, singular steps with his attached limb before walking. “This feels wonderful!” He exclaimed this avidly, opening and closing his hand a few times as well.

His mind was brought back to the headache and then the journal. He pictured it more, looking at Alfons again before walking through the door. The light was a bit of a deal breaker, making him shrink backwards. Coat, coat.. Where was his coat? His eyes went to the coat rack, sifting through it before- yes! There it was. He flexed it calmly. “This is good.” He mumbled. “This is really good.”

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The look upon Edward's face provided Alfons with encouragement. It may have not been recognition, but Edward was definitely interested in becoming reacquainted with his prosthetic arm and leg. Alfons could not keep himself from smiling fondly at Edward. The initial surprise followed by approval was so much better than seeing the other in dismay.

It was a little victory when Edward rose to his feet. The young man was always a fast learner. "Great! I'm glad to see you up so soon!" Alfons chimed. In a moment, he joined Edward in getting to his feet. He felt like wrapping his arms around the smaller blond, but he did not want to encroach on Edward's space. After all, his memories were still absent. Alfons knew he had to be careful.

Alfons took tentative steps and followed Edward. He remained mindful about keeping a comfortable distance. The morning sunlight was streaming into the apartment brightly now. He squinted a bit, watching Edward all the while. "I had a feeling you'd find your journal in there. Good work," Alfons praised. He genuinely felt proud of Edward accomplishing these small victories, which would lead to a greater one in the end. Alfons believed Edward would recover from this memory loss somehow. They just had to take matters slowly.

Alfons padded over to the kitchen. He got himself a glass and poured some water from the tap. "Are you thirsty at all? I could get you something to drink as well," he offered cordially.

#alfonsrp

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