#letmespearyou

[my-alphonse]

Noting the scarlet flush taking his face she held nothing more than humor. "Of course you weren't. I never said it was harm though, did I? You can tell you've certianly matured." Again she chuckled, a more conderscending noise that came from The Homunculus.

Al felt like a piece of meat being picked at. “Well…of course I have,” he stumbled. After hearing her belittling laughter, he sighed, collecting himself momentarily. “A good amount of time has passed…you’ve never even seen me with my real body before.”

[envy-the-sadistic]

Indeed. Been rather busy...What about you? Not that it may not concern me, but there's no harm in asking is there~?

“I’ve been busy myself. You know I don’t mind sharing information with you, Lust.”

[my-alphonse]

Her amusement showed clearly sparking through the violet hue of her eyes. Although Lust couldn't help but see his attention was distracted elsewhere. "My eyes are up here hon." She snapped her fingers pointing to her face. The smirk painting her carmine lips only dark like she was.

Alphonse reddened again, not even realizing his vision had drifted. "I-I wasn't looking, trust me," he denied. "I want nothing to do with you." It was his turn to cross his arms. 

[my-alphonse]

A chuckle merely purred in her throat. "Oh, surprised to see me? Thought I would just come by to see how The Fullmetal's Brother was doing." Her arms raised folding to nestle under her large breasts comfortably.

“Why?” he thought aloud. It seemed strange for her to simply drop by as though they were casual acquaintances. He tensed up, gulping as she crossed her arms; everything she did somehow felt erotic, leaving him feeling like he was seeing something he shouldn’t.

[my-alphonse]

"Hm, who knew you'd turn out to be quite the handsome man out of that suit of armor."

Al flushed at the unexpected compliment, but quickly frowned. “Lust,” he spat, a mixture of curiosity and contempt filling him, “what’re you doing here?”

[envy-the-sadistic]

Hello there, Envy~

“Lust, I was wondering where you’d run off to.”