Match Makers

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Garfiel opened the bathroom door swiftly, letting the hot steam roll out to the floor and fly above his head.

"Ah, did I need that!" he gasped.

Alex looked up from his place at the sink, smiling as his boyfriend strolled into the room; his light purple bathrobe hugged him tightly, like a long winter coat.

"Is the shop still swamped?" he asked, continuing to wash the dishes as Garfiel let out a sigh.

"Yes!" he whined. "The Promised Day rush is already hitting. I guess people are starting to catch on that bringing your car into the shop a week or two before holiday is a terrible idea. I didn't think it'd start to sink in to October, though!"

Placing the last dish on the counter to dry, Alex wiped off his hands, grabbed a bottle of wine, filled a glass with it, and handed it to his dearest.

"Do you still want to go to the gallery tonight?" he asked. "It'll be open for another week, we don't have to—"

"Alex," he said, an eyebrow cocked. "Nothing is going to stop me from seeing your art on display. I'm just sad we can't go every night that the gallery will have it."

The ends of his blond mustache curled up as she grinned. "Alright then, I just don't want to overwork you."

"You couldn't overwork me if you tried," he smirked, and took a long drink from his glass.

"Oh-ho!" he laughed, and reached for Garfiel's hand. "Is that a challenge?"

"It's a promise," he winked, and squeezed his fingers lovingly as he let out another sigh. "It's a shame Ling and Lan Fan can't join us for dinner tonight. I was looking forward to a double date."

Alex nodded his head in agreement. "We need more couple friends."

"Mhmm," Garfiel hummed. "Poor Winry, I can't believe that Russell boy turned out to be a dud."

"I can't believe he turned out to have some kind of animal fetish," Alex added. "Kink shaming is not in the Armstrong way, but that was just indecent. I wonder if he was one of those perverted little furries…"

"Alex Louis!" the man exclaimed. "Don't you even!"

He shrugged as he began to laugh, and ran his thumb over his boyfriend's knuckles. "We need to just set her up. She's having no luck on her own, and match-making is a talent passed through my family!"

"Isn't that the truth," Garfiel sniggered. "Though your sister didn't have the sensitive touch with us that we'd need to give Winry."

He then placed his chin in his palm and smirked inquisitively. "So, have anyone in mind?"

Alex brought his free hand to his mouth as he pondered. "Hmmm. How about that new boy at the shop?"

"Neil? Oh no," he waved. "They would have similar interests, but he's far too immature, and a smoker."

Alex had almost forgotten about Winry's hatred for cigarettes. "Oh, right."

"Oh! I have someone!" Garfiel announced, his smirk turning into a mischievous grin. "I think her and that Ed fellow would be an interesting pair."

"The new neighbor?" Alex asked, and tried to picture it in his head.

"Mhmm," Garfiel answered, with a good amount of pep in his tone. "He couldn't keep his eyes off of her all night last night."

"Really?" he said, rather surprised. He didn't even notice the blond man making eyes at their friend, and he's always the one to see such things!

"I tried to point it out, but you were too busy helping poor Lan Fan with Ling," he explained. "We'll have to drop some hints about him when we see her next. Plant the seed in her pretty little head."

Alex smiled widely and let out a booming chuckle. "Look at you being an expert match maker! You put me to shame!"

"Perhaps it's just that Armstrong talent is rubbing off on me," he said with a wink. "Alright, I'm going to get ready for dinner. Care to join me?"

"If I do, you'll need another shower," he warned, smirking as he spoke.

"Why do you think I took one so early?" Garfiel oozed, and the two ran off to the bedroom, laughing like a pair of love struck teenagers.

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Author's Note: For this story, "Promised Day" is going to be something like USA's "Thanksgiving". When I get close to updating for that, I'll fill you in on the details! :)