Servant's Quarters, Room 5; Friday Evening.

[thedarkevangel]

Evangeline was sitting at her window again; there was a book open in her lap, but she wasn't paying any attention to it. Instead, she found herself thinking. On the day, classes, her neighbours, the moments of quiet that she could steal on occasion like this. On other things, the pasts she could barely remember, the more recent stuff she could,

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[bloodsealed]

Alphonse had handwavily spent most of his day out and about, strolling across the small town as usual, spotting the sights even though nothing had changed since the last time he did so-- he doubted they ever would, or if they did, it wouldn't be anything too major. That's just how small towns worked, he knew; they hardly ever grew too much, so everything was always consistent. Despite that, it was better than sitting, which was something he didn't want or like to do too often, even with the recent company of fishies in his room

[thedarkevangel]

Even if her hearing wasn't exceptional, Evangeline was pretty sure she would have been able to tell that Alphonse was heading this way. Her exceptional hearing just allowed her to pick up on it sooner to give her enough time to close her book, slip it back into the bookshelf, and start getting things arranged. Convenient, really. By the time he was there in the doorway, she had finished rolling out the mat, setting out the pillows and was calmly sitting on the floor, carefully removing all the delicate pieces to her Japanese tea set. The activity for her was catharsis; if it weren't for the fluidity of her movement, she would almost appear like one of her many dolls around the room, blank faced, with a playset, a real life snapshot inside a little dollhouse.

Even when she spoke, the illusion was only slightly dispelled. "Alphonse," she nodded to him. "Come in."

[bloodsealed]

Invitation granted, Alphonse ducked his head further to go through the doorway and into the room-- his huge frame never fit through any entryway, it seemed. Before facing Evangeline again Alphonse took a minute to glance around the room. For a second, he felt extremely out of place; here we was, this huge suit of armor in a room with a small, petite looking girl and her delicate dolls covering the shelves, and seemed like he could easily break anything if he made so much of a wrong move. It was like being an ox in a store full of glass products.

He shook that feeling off, focusing on Evangeline and everything set up before her. She was on one pillow, so Alphonse took position on the one beside her, sitting in a similar fashion to her, silent because he neither knew what to say, nor if he should say anything to begin with.

[thedarkevangel]

Evangeline had noticed the irony, had expected it, and she reveled in it. There was something comforting for her in it; her whole life was ironic, her whole self displaced. Good that someone else should feel the same.

Evangeline gave him a nod as he took his seat; she did well to hide her grin at any awkwardness in it, but at the same time, she was also impressed. For Chachamaru to do it was nothing. She was designed that way. But for Alphonse...

She continued to set out the different pieces of the tea set. "So you decided to come learn today?" she asked.