Sample: Action Log

[alchemyxfreak]

Every day for months, at the same window was the white haired kid, feeding that bird. Ed had never really noticed him before that, but he stuck out a bit cooing over a tiny gold finch every morning - white hair, one long scar down his face and standing, for the most part alone. Edward really wouldn't have even noticed him except that a small crowd

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[saviour_pierrot]

One can learn a lot about someone's intentions by their hands. Allen noted them, first the one in a pocket, following that around the slope of shoulders to the one grasping at the strap of his bag, even though he was already returning the stranger's smile with a certain guileless brilliance. "Don't I wish," even had a note of laughter in it; he kicked back one heel against the wall, leaning against the windowsill at his back. "Tim doesn't belong to anybody."

An appraising moment later, he canted his head to one side, white hair dusting his brow. "You weren't with the others before."

For a moment, Allen had thought one of them had come back, but this one was new. Prompted to offer his gloved hand in greeting, he pushes away from the window with a renewal of his smile. "Where are my manners? I haven't even asked your name."

[alchemyxfreak]

He gave a sort of impish grin at that, glancing to the window briefly before turning his gaze back on Allen. "I like that... No sense of ownership just means you're friends, right