It had been a while since Ed and Al's mother had died, and the two brothers were settled in their room. Ed sat crouched over a typewriter, the continuous clicking of the writing machine breaking the silence. Alphonse sighed and looked around the dark room. He was sitting on the floor, and since he had nothing to do, he made a suggestion to his older brother. "Brother," Al began. "Do you want some coffee? I-" He was cut off. "Yea." Ed replied before the hollow suit of armor could finish. Alphonse got up. "Okay, brother." He stepped out of the room and headed down the dark corridors to the kitchen where he would make the coffee.
Ed let out a screech of anger when he made a typo. Typewriters could not backspace, so now he would have to scribble it out with a pen or something. This was not a rare happening- Ed wasn't the best with typewriters.
A few minutes later, Al stepped inside. He held a small mug with steam rising up and fading into the air. "Here, Brother." Al said, handing the mug to him. "Don't drink it yet... it's too hot." he warned, sitting back down. Ed didn't reply. Who cared if it was hot? It couldn't be so hot as to burn his tongue off. He tipped the mug to his mouth. Moments later, he let out a muffled scream and spat the coffee out. It splashed onto the typewriter. The bed. The floor. Alphonse looked up to see a thick cloud of black smoke flowing from the typewriter. Ed jumped off his bed. "Brother- what did you do?!" Al gasped. Ed didn't wan't to say that it was too hot for him. Not after his brother had warned him not to drink it for a few minutes. Ed glanced over, but before he could say anything Al let out another screech. "Brother... run!" He screamed, getting up. The smell of fire and burning rubber filled the air. The typewriter was now engulfed in flames, and the fire was now swallowing the bed. Ed gave a sharp nod before running, Al no more than two feet away.
Once they had escaped their house -now being burnt to ashes- Ed had an idea. "We can't just say that I spit coffee onto the typewriter and it went on fire, and that we didn't put it out when it was small enough to go out." He paused to think of an exclamation. "We set it on fire so we could not turn back home. Now let's go." He announced. Al nodded. "Okay, brother." he said, almost calmly. Then, they walked off...