Have This Dance
Granny'd left the radio on when she'd gotten the call, and Alphonse hadn't bothered to get up and turn it off. He was listening to it, sort of; the music made for a pleasant background noise, light and comforting on a warm summer's evening. He hadn't meant to drop off, but it'd been a long day, working in the garden and then helping pick apples from the Coyle's orchid, and the book slipped out of his hands and onto his stomach before he realized it.
He knew he should just get up and go to bed, but it seemed early yet, the house filled with that peculiar lavender hue he associated with dusk; and the breeze that stirred the curtains hit the couch just right. It was comfortable here, and the music let him dawdle and daydream without really actually sleeping. Or so he could tell himself.
A soft giggle caught his attention, not fitting in with the music playing, and Al slit open one eye.
His sister was standing with Winry in the center of the floor. Maybe 'standing' wasn't a good description. Edie was stiff as a tent pole, redder than that coat she'd given up, and Winry was grinning up at her, pressed kind of close, and positioning Edie's hands. "You can fight," Winry whispered, "I've watched you."
"Fighting's different!" Edie snapped back. "It's…it's not dancing!"
"Kinetic muscle memory, Edie! If you can fight, you can dance." Winry's eyes narrowed in that particularly dangerous way they had, and Alphonse decided he'd keep pretending to be asleep, so as not to be dragged into this.
"It's still different!" Edie let Winry move her hands around until she was satisfied, grumbling the entire time.
Winry's kiss silenced Edie, leaving her brighter red, and Alphonse fought to keep from smiling.
