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Circles
Alfons rapped his knuckles against the slight, wooden door. There was no response. "Edward, are you in there?" He called.
A light moan came from inside. Taking that as a yes, the German turned the knob and stepped inside. The floorboards, previously a chocolate brown, were almost pure white. Complicated circles and marking covered the floor, overlapping one another.
"Shut the door, Damnit." Edward was curled up on the floor, shielding his eyes from the light that came through the cracked door. He seemed to be in pain.
"What's wrong?" Alfons knelt down at the blonde's side.
Edward groaned, his headache growing worse. He curled up tighter and hissed. Alfons still hadn't closed the door.
Puzzled Alfons looked around. Bottles upon bottles of Whiskey lined the farthest wall, also piled on a desk. How much had the older blonde had?
Sensitive to the light still, Edward inched out of the ray that had sprung from the door. Why he had been lying in the direct path was a mystery to him.
Alfons looked around, realizing the floor wasn't the only thing covered in Alchemic circles. The ceiling and walls were almost white as well. He sighed and closed his eyes. Typical drunk Edward. Even though he had never seen his friend do something so…unreasonable, it was to be expected in a strange, twisted way. Edward often spoke of another world when he was drunk. Most drank to forget, he drank to remember. His stories, Alfons had to admit, were very strange and somewhat disturbing. Nonetheless, he believed the blonde.
Edward had fallen asleep amid his chalk circles while Alfons had been thinking.
After a rather uneventful day, until the pair had gone to the bar of course, Edward stepped into his room. Seeing all the circles, still not remembering the night before, he dropped onto his knees. In utter delight, Edward clapped his hands together and pressed his palms onto the edges of one circle.
Nothing happened.
The blonde repeated the motion.
Nothing.
Scowling at the circle, he clapped again and pressed down on the circle. Nothing happened.
Edward tried one more time. Nothing. In frustration, he ended up smacking his hands down on the floor rapidly, attempting to gain an Alchemic reaction. In the end, he was laying on his back, his hands to his sides, still hitting the floor as he slipped into a daze.
Alfons found the blonde only a moment later, and sighed deeply. What an idiot he had made friends with.
What an idiot he had fallen in love with.
