Paying little to no heed to his surroundings, Alphonse walked through the streets of Risembool's daily market, his eyes fixated on the small piece of paper within his hand. It held a few notes of the things he wanted to buy with the small amount of money he had earned and the young boy was considering which thing he could afford first. But due to the concentration on the piece of paper and his lack of awareness to his surroundings, he walked head-first into the man right in front of him, dropping the note on the collision.
Stumbling back slightly, he rubbed his head briefly, gentle grey eyes growing wide in guilt and embarrassment. Looking up, he started to stammer a clumsy apology whilst picking up the note, before he stopped and froze, blinking at the creature before him.
"What . . . wh-what are you?" He gaped, utterly befuddled at the blue-skinned man . . . thing.