Scri–scratch…
The older Elric halts in his tracks. He glances back at his brother.
Al, looking as sheepish as a suit of armor can, stops as well.
But then Ed just continues on his way.
Meow.
The blond hesitates before walking forward once more, saying nothing.
Hours pass in this way until the sounds become incessant.
Finally, Edward curses and whirls on his sibling. "If you don't shut that thing up, people are gonna start looking at us weird and then I will make you get rid of it!"
"A–alright." Alphonse wishes he could smile. But he can't. "Thanks…"
"…Whatever."