First Shield || VOICE

[deathbyoil]

*The phone is jostled from it's hook and hangs off the nightstand as Greed smacks the alarm clock that was screaming at him. There's a rustle of bedsheets as he tries to fall back asleep, wrapping his arm around whoever was in bed next to him

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[onyourtab]

[What. The. Fuck.]

[onyourtab]

I was about to say the same thing. What the hell is this?

[deathbyoil]

Eh? Who is this?

[onyourtab]

Greed. So who are you?

[kimitoaruiteku]

[Oh great. He's back. At least that means he's normal again?]

[deathbyoil]

Hello? This thing on?

*He taps on his phone with a finger*

Piece of shit.

[kimitoaruiteku]

Hello, Greed.

[deathbyoil]

Woah.

Alphonse? That you? Wow, you sound really different, kid... Not as hollowy from the last time I saw ya. Must be the phone or somethin'.