Alphonse Elric was a man of steel with a heart of goose down. Almost literally, as he was made of steel but wasn't really a man, more a child, and he didn't have a physical heart, just a soul, so the goose down was simply a figure of speech. A very apt figure of speech, nonetheless.
Always soft-spoken, Alphonse rarely got into an argument, though occasionally he could and would. Whether or not something was a good idea, some philosophical questions that needed answering, cats... Sometimes he just couldn't agree with others when it came to such subjects. But that goose down analogy still applied because he always argued with his thoughts on the well-being of others.
Currently the argument was for the well-being of a couple of felines.
"Come on Al, put them back where you found them."
"But Brother! If I do they'll get wet and hungry and cold and lost and..."
"Al..."
"And then they might die and then their family will miss them and..."
"Alphonse..."
"Please Brother, don't make me take them back!"
"You have to because we can't take care of them. Besides, what stops their family from missing them when you abduct them?"
"... But... They were all alone... and..."
"So what says they have a family, huh?"
"..."
"Go put them back, Al..."
There was a long pause before Alphonse said, very grudgingly, "... Fine..." After another brief pause he plodded away with the sound on metal grating upon itself and the quiet accompaniment of mewing.
Two Lost Kittens...
this one was hard to write... sorry if it's really weird...