Day 69: Sun Room

[envy_the_sinners]

[From here]

Scar lumbered into the sun room, hair still damp from the shower. He had been sure to be as quick as possible. The damn communal shower was miserable.

He settled down in one of the couches, his shoulders drooped and eyes tired. What the hell had happened out in the courtyard? One moment, he had been fine, and the next he had been completely deaf. Had something been done to him when he died? His ears were fine, as far as he could tell.

At least he could sit in a comfortable chair in the sun. The small luxury was something he would never take for granted after camping in the wilderness and the sewers of Central for years. There was too much on his mind, too much to keep track of. The simple knowledge that Frank was dead was enough to sap the energy out of him. He was too tired to even be angry.

[Alphonse!]

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[armoredsoul]

"No, I hadn't, actually." He smiled sheepishly. "I'm in M1, and Brother is in M58. What's yours?"

[envy_the_sinners]

"M2." At least there was something fortunate in all this. He would be close to him, even if Edward had to be far away.

[armoredsoul]

"We're neighbors, then!" Al smiled at that--he'd hated that his brother wasn't even in the same block as him, but at least he had someone that was close by.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar nodded, looking up at the nurses.

"They'll take us to dinner, soon." He looked sideways at Alphonse.

"What will we do afterward?" Whatever the Elrics were doing, he wasn't about to leave them alone to it. Not after last night.

[armoredsoul]

"I don't know," Al admitted with a frown. "I'm definitely going to meet up with Brother, though. Will you come with us?"

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar nodded.

"I have nothing else to be doing." And even if he did, he would be coming with the Elrics.

[armoredsoul]

He smiled widely and nodded. "Good! We can all keep each other out of trouble, then."

[envy_the_sinners]

"Don't hold your breath in a place like this." Scar slouched in his seat. Yes, the nurses seemed to be prepping for the dinner shift.

[armoredsoul]

"Keep each other safer, then," Al says with a roll to his eyes.

He watches the nurses, then sighs and stands up to stretch. "I need to get myself back in shape, quick."

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar frowned. That was an interesting thought... What kind of condition was Alphonse's body in? He couldn't have been this old when he lost it.

Then what was it doing all those years?

"I have not asked about a place to exercise, yet... If there is nowhere, I'll work with you if you want."

[armoredsoul]

Physically, Alphonse appears to be in perfect health, for a boy of his age. Scar might notice a certain lack of baby fat, sign enough that before he woke, his body was certainly malnourished. His muscle tone, however, is sadly lacking for someone who intends to be fighting often.

"Really?" Al turned back to Scar and grinned widely. "I'd be glad for the help! I'm sure Brother would appreciate having someone to spar with that he won't run over in a few moves as well--assuming you wouldn't knock him flat out of irritation."

[envy_the_sinners]

He was a rather thin boy. Scar was used to seeing worse, though, with the children from the Ishbalan camps, so it didn't fully register.

"That would be fine. Sometime when they allow us to go to the courtyard, I'm assuming." At that last comment... "I think I could manage to resist."

Depending on how, exactly, he's irritating him.

[armoredsoul]

Al nodded in agreement. "That's fine. I would have been out there today if it weren't for the issue with the hair."

He catches the nurses heading over out of the corner of his eye, and sighs. "And here they come. I'll see you a little later, then."

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar nodded, sneering in disgust again at Alphonse's mention of the hair balls.

"I will be in the hallway after dinner."

He followed his nurse back to his room for dinner with one last glance at Alphonse.

[armoredsoul]

Al nodded, and waved when Scar glanced over.

Then suddenly turned pale and rushed to the bathroom.