"I swear, I think you're allergic to the standard uniform." Al said as Izabel fell into step beside him, clinking and chiming with each movement. "Aren't you cold?" he teased, like he did every morning.
"I wear what I please." Izabel retorted, just as she did every morning, each step revealing shapely brown legs weighted down with enough jewelry to buy a house. "Unlike your uniform, my chosen working costume allows me the freedom of movement I require…"
Al had always thought he cut a rather dashing figure in the regulation uniform, and that it gave him plenty of freedom to move. "And provides ample distraction to any male within sight of you…"
"It's not my fault you males cannot keep your heads when confronted with a bit of flesh." Her bare feet made slapping sounds each time they hit the tiled floor. Al suspected she had the thickest soles of anyone he'd ever known.
"Any leads?" he asked as they turned a corner, his grey eyes boring into Izabel's red ones. She thought looking for Scar was a waste of time at best (and had made this view quite plain in very loud tones of voice), and had been particularly difficult of late.
The Ishbalan woman sighed. "There are unconfirmed reports of a man matching his description in a refugee camp to the west of Central." She said. "It's a two day train ride." Her tone was full of warning. "And there's no proof that it's him. It'd be a waste of our time to go chasing after the rumor."
"I'll get the tickets. We can leave tomorrow." Al said, running his hand through his short, honey colored hair before producing a cigarette.
"You don't listen to anything I say, do you?"
"Oh, I listen," Al assured his partner, "I'm just listening too well. You wouldn't have said anything if you actually thought this was a false lead." He sighed, seeing Izabel's glare. "The sooner we eliminate Scar, the sooner we can prove who's really doing this."
"There were more attacks on my people during the night." Izabel said darkly. "Central's getting to be a bad place for us."
"All the more reason to get away for a few days."
"Who will feed your cats? Colonel Elric is still in Southern, and Abraham will be in the school dormitories if I'm gone." It was a last ditch attempt, and they both knew it.
"Kain will still be here, and he has a key." Al pointed out, using his 'logical' voice. He clapped her on the shoulder. "Try to relax. It'll do us both good to get out."
"Has anyone ever told you that you have a funny definition of good, Alphonse?" she groused.
"You do, all the time."