OOC: THE TALK

[wheresmyhouse]

Who: Hohenheim and Ed
Where: Their home in Risembool
Why: Hoho is trying to be a good dad and he just realized that he's never had "THE TALK" with his son. Also because we're bored and people are making us.
When: SOMETIME OVER THE COURSE OF THE WEEKEND
Other: In progress in comments.

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[upyourscolonel]

"Are you sure it can't wait?" Ed asked in annoyance, rolling his eyes at his father as he plopped his ass ungracefully down on the couch. "I've got a lot to do before I go back to Central. Whatever this is better be really important."

In all honesty, Ed was beginning to enjoy the time he got to spend with Hohenheim. After spending years out in the world with Alphonse, it was nice to have a sense of stability back in Risembool. Although at times Ed felt that it distracted him from his goals (that being the reason he had burned the house down in the first place), It was... comfortable.

Still , he wasn't used to having Hohenheim around, even after almost a year. And these spontaneous, potentially awkward father/son talks would take a lot more getting used to.

Ed arched his eyebrow at Hohenhiem, wondering when he was going to stop hovering in the door way and sit the fuck down. Ed didn't like having to look up (and up and up and up) just to talk to him.

[wheresmyhouse]

Hohenheim left his spot in the doorway, but he did not sit down. Instead he began pacing back and forth in front of the couch, nervously. He took his glasses of repeatedly, making a motion as if to clean them before nervously setting them back in place.

In recent months, he had been working his hardest to be a good father. He had taken the time to read some parenting books and periodicals, as well some first-hand experiences that he found particularly interesting to peruse through. However, he had only recently realized that he had never had what is known as "the talk" with Edward.

Granted, it was a bit late, but he felt that maybe if he did it now, it would show his dedication to the cause.

"Ah...I believe. I believe it has waited long enough, Edward." he stammered.

"I can assure you that it will, ah...be brief."

[upyourscolonel]

Edward cocked his head suspiciously. He had all but given up trying to understand his father's odd quirks and habits, but this was just weird, even for Hohenheim. And what the hell was he stammering about? Ed's mind raced through all the possibilities, but with Hohenheim, everything was possible.

The only thing Ed could think of was his upcoming mission. Did Hohenheim want to nag him about that? The last thing Ed wanted was a lecture on something he had no control over. Instinctively, he put himself on the defensive.

"Just spit it out already, your pacing is making me nervous. I'll trip you."

[wheresmyhouse]

Hohenheim turned and abruptly and looked down at his son. Spit it out? How the hell was he supposed to phrase this? This whole situation was awkward enough as it was without him blurting things out and not thinking anything through.

Finally, to stop the nervous fussing with his hands, he shoved them inside his pockets and looked squarely at Edward.

"I believe you and I are long overdue for 'the talk,' son. You know, you being a...ah...teenager and all."