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Ed could be a great detective. He questioned me endlessly, and when he seemed satisfied, dragged me to his house. There, I meet his brother Alphonse. Alphonse was much more polite, but something seemed misplaced about him. Looks like I was staying the night.
It was an awkward dinner at the Elric household. Alphonse was trying to start a conversation, while the other two persons in the room wolfed down their food. Then I sneakily observed that Ed had a glass of water, not milk. A small smile danced on my lips. Time to wreak havoc. Fast as lightning, I switched our cups. No one noticed, until Edward took a break from eating to chug down the milk. He turned white. Alphonse, concerned, asked him what was wrong. I raised my eyebrows slightly, doing everything I could to keep my poker face from cracking. Alphonse noticed the cup I had. He face palmed. Meanwhile, Ed was puking in the sink, making sure to get all of the milk out. He did so, at the cost of his dinner. I couldn't help but snicker, and he turned to me. Oops. After a short chase, Ed managed to corner me, which is not easy. Alphonse tried to convince Ed to let me go. But now was humiliated and triumphant. He tried to punch me in the face with his right arm, which I caught.
"Hey, is this mechanical?
So Ed had a mechanical arm. Interesting, but I felt there was more about it than he was letting on. I flopped down in the guest bed and eyed my guitar. It was gonna be one of those nights.
Alphonse woke up. He tended to do so frequently after he regained his memories. He sighed slightly and got out of bed. He opened the door and headed down the hallway, deciding to get a glass of water to help him sleep. But as he passed the hallway, he heard strumming of a guitar. Was that Dawn?
Random cliffie because I'm in lack of comments. Plz R&R before I die of no comments.