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060: A Silence
"Brother?"
"Hmm?" Edward glanced up from the recipe book he was perusing.
Alphonse looked at the book and raised an eyebrow. Edward rolled his eyes and shut the book.
"I'm hungry, okay?"
"Uh-huh, sure. We just had lunch, how are you still hungry?"
"I can feel a growth spurt coming!"
"And imagining the taste of," Alphonse checked the title again, "'Authentic Cretan Creations' will help that? You've never even been to Creta."
"So?"
"Have you even been to a Cretan restaurant?"
"Of course I have!"
"That grease pit by Eastern Command doesn't count."
"Whatever." Edward crossed his arms and scowled. "Weren't you going to ask me something?"
"Oh!" Alphonse hit the side of his head. "Yeah, sorry, I got distracted."
"Smart ass."
Alphonse grinned. "Anyhow. I was wondering what happened to Winry's earrings. Do you know?"
Edward blinked at his brother. "Nothing happened to them, why?"
"She isn't wearing them."
"Of course she isn't. She gave them to me, didn't she?"
"She did?"
Edward scowled at his brother.
The silence continued for almost a full minute.
Alphonse's mouth rounded, as everything clicked into place. His features then settled into a leer. Edward glared back.
"What?" He ground out.
"Is that what you've been fondling in your pocket?"
As Alphonse predicted, his brother tensed up and tried to throw knives from his eyes.
"I have not been fondling anything."
"Ew, Ed, do your fondling in private!" Winry called as she passed the doorway.
Edward blanched and froze. Slowly, his face took on the color of a maraschino cherry. His eyes were bugging out, and Alphonse was pretty sure he could count his brother's pulse from across the room just by watching the vein popping out on his forehead.
"I'M NOT FONDLING ANYTHING!"