Okay, so... alchemy was taking a little bit longer than what Alfons had expected. The way Edward had said it- those early times when Alfons was still humoring him- it had only taken a clap of the hands to transform something into something else, and he'd expected something a little faster. He had a knife, he had a clear goal to work towards, and despite his attempts, he just couldn't stand still.
He felt a little bit like Edward; wanting to go, wanting to do something. He'd been like this while he was working on the rocket, and even though he didn't fidget too much, the anticipation and frustration built up rapidly.
So, as Roy began piling up the scalpels, Alfons finally couldn't contain himself any longer. "Ah, please excuse me," he politely said, but with the bubbly excitement of the scientist he truly was, "but I remembered that there were some other people who'd be willing to look after me, and I wouldn't want to slow all of you down, so please pardon me? I'll see you tomorrow, I hope."
And just slow enough to be polite, Alfons moved down the hallway and back towards his own block. Staying still was absolute torture, so even if it was a rather bad idea, he'd like to take a risk. Besides, with his knife and what he could offer, he was sure that he could come out okay. What did he have to lose, really?
((Eventually winds up here. (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/72126.html?thread=4559038#t4559038) ))
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Okay, so... alchemy was taking a little bit longer than what Alfons had expected. The way Edward had said it- those early times when Alfons was still humoring him- it had only taken a clap of the hands to transform something into something else, and he'd expected something a little faster. He had a knife, he had a clear goal to work towards, and despite his attempts, he just couldn't stand still.
He felt a little bit like Edward; wanting to go, wanting to do something. He'd been like this while he was working on the rocket, and even though he didn't fidget too much, the anticipation and frustration built up rapidly.
So, as Roy began piling up the scalpels, Alfons finally couldn't contain himself any longer. "Ah, please excuse me," he politely said, but with the bubbly excitement of the scientist he truly was, "but I remembered that there were some other people who'd be willing to look after me, and I wouldn't want to slow all of you down, so please pardon me? I'll see you tomorrow, I hope."
And just slow enough to be polite, Alfons moved down the hallway and back towards his own block. Staying still was absolute torture, so even if it was a rather bad idea, he'd like to take a risk. Besides, with his knife and what he could offer, he was sure that he could come out okay. What did he have to lose, really?
((Eventually winds up here. (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/72126.html?thread=4559038#t4559038) ))