Five Exchanges

[gentle_alchemy]

::Carrying a soccer ball under his arm, Alphonse ran along the halls of the train. He had just watched a game on the TV and he was certainly pumped to play now. Of course, someone specific immediately sprung to his mind to go up against, but he was willing to play with anyone he could.::

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[prodigal_hands]

::Sitting in the lounge with a book, he is calmly going over his own thoughts::

[gentle_alchemy]

Hey! ::Waves with his free hand::

[prodigal_hands]

Huh? Al? ::Looks up upon hearing his brother's voice::

[gentle_alchemy]

Okay, time to get up! Let's go! ::Starts to tug at his sleeve::