Title: Spendthrift
Author: Evil_Little_Dog
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: This is a derivative work, and, as such, I make absolutely no money writing this. Darn the luck.
Summary: The hoarded money is missing.
Notes: For Kalirush.
There's no money.
Edward knows. He's checked the jar in the cupboard where he keeps his funds. He knows there had been money there a few days ago, so what happened to it? It hadn't been much, but enough to give to their landlord to keep them in this three-room apartment.
Keeping his voice steady, he calls, "Al? Al, do you know what happened to the money?"
There's a long silence, then Alphonse says, "Yes. I. Uh." He walks into the kitchen, spreading his hands, apologetic. "They needed food, Brother."
Edward massages his temples. "Who needed food?"
"Some kids, Brother. Little kids...they were so skinny." Alphonse dry washes his hands, a holdover from when he was in armor, Edward thinks. "I couldn't let them starve."
Edward bites back the comment that they could be kicked out of the apartment without the money. His brother's doing what he thought was best, helping others. Edward can't blame him for it. "Okay," he sighs, offering a smile. "We'll figure something else out, then." He's just not sure how, at the moment, but it wouldn't be the first time they'd have slept in the streets if it came down to it.
~end~
