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scriveynerTitle: In Short Supply
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 347
Summary: "You all right back there?"
Edward stepped into the small room, ducking his head reflexively as he entered. He’d been in here a few times before, it was a practiced motion - one that Alphonse apparently wasn’t paying enough attention to emulate, because he heard his younger brother bang his head off of the low-hanging doorframe.
“God dammit,” Alphonse grunted, one hand to his forehead to check for blood as he lowered his head enough to enter the room properly as well.
Edward kept the smirk off his face as he looked around. Alphonse loved to give him grief about his height - which he suspected would be more normal if Alphonse himself wasn’t a freakishly large human being. “You all right there?"
"You could’ve said something,” Alphonse grunted, glancing around the room as well.
“Shoulda been paying more attention anyway.” The room hadn’t been touched since the last time he was here - he wondered if he should commend the other members of Alphonse’s pack, or just pity them. The storage lockers were still shut tight, locks in place. “Doesn’t look like the stuff came from here, does it?"
"I told you,” Alphonse moved across the room and crouched before the locker. “We keep a close eye on the stuff.” His brother was cautious, he blocked the locker with his body so Edward couldn’t see the combination as he span the dial. That was okay, the tumblers in the lock were noisy, he got the combination anyway. “The guy who shot you, he didn’t get his bullets from here."
His shoulder throbbed with the reminder. Silver bullets - especially ones that flew with such accuracy - they weren’t exactly something you picked up at a regular ammunition store. "You think it’s hunters?"
Alphonse’s shoulders stiffened. "Don’t say that too loudly,” he murmured. “They’ll come.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 347
Summary: "You all right back there?"
Edward stepped into the small room, ducking his head reflexively as he entered. He’d been in here a few times before, it was a practiced motion - one that Alphonse apparently wasn’t paying enough attention to emulate, because he heard his younger brother bang his head off of the low-hanging doorframe.
“God dammit,” Alphonse grunted, one hand to his forehead to check for blood as he lowered his head enough to enter the room properly as well.
Edward kept the smirk off his face as he looked around. Alphonse loved to give him grief about his height - which he suspected would be more normal if Alphonse himself wasn’t a freakishly large human being. “You all right there?"
"You could’ve said something,” Alphonse grunted, glancing around the room as well.
“Shoulda been paying more attention anyway.” The room hadn’t been touched since the last time he was here - he wondered if he should commend the other members of Alphonse’s pack, or just pity them. The storage lockers were still shut tight, locks in place. “Doesn’t look like the stuff came from here, does it?"
"I told you,” Alphonse moved across the room and crouched before the locker. “We keep a close eye on the stuff.” His brother was cautious, he blocked the locker with his body so Edward couldn’t see the combination as he span the dial. That was okay, the tumblers in the lock were noisy, he got the combination anyway. “The guy who shot you, he didn’t get his bullets from here."
His shoulder throbbed with the reminder. Silver bullets - especially ones that flew with such accuracy - they weren’t exactly something you picked up at a regular ammunition store. "You think it’s hunters?"
Alphonse’s shoulders stiffened. "Don’t say that too loudly,” he murmured. “They’ll come.”
