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Note: Very short bit of…crack. Vague enough that it could be armour!Al or restored!Al, your choice. Written while talking to KawaiiTenshi, then spruced up a little. Inspired by a commercial I saw. Shoot me now.
Strays
Al poked his head cautiously into the room, "Brother...?"
Ed scarcely glanced up from the book he was reading to look at the younger boy, "What?"
"I found something...can we keep it, please?"
Ed rubbed at his temples with his human hand, exasperated, "Not another stray cat, Al. How many times do I have to tell you that we-"
"Not exactly." Al interrupted, meekly, "A stray, certainly…"
Ed rose, with a groan, to go look at whatever it was that his younger brother was hiding, around the corner.
His jaw dropped at what he saw, "Al...?" he tried in vain, looking at the thing Al had in tow. For there stood a fully grown man, in a neat suit, tie and all, a collar and leash around his neck, the leash leading right to Al's hand. "What the hell is this?!"
Al giggled, "An accountant! Isn't he cute?"
"...I think I liked the cats better..."