"I hate rain," Ed grumbled as we ran through the streets of Central, arms shielding our heads from the incessant moisture. After months of traveling around on military business, we’d finally made it back to Central City, only for it to rain buckets on our heads.
"You wouldn't hate rain so much if you took better care of your automail, brother," Al said, voice even as we panted in exertion.
"I do. It’s just really hard to maintain it when we spend half the time on a train. Besides, I hate it when people stare."
"They're not staring at you.” I joked, trying to lighten the mood. “Why would they look at a nobody like you when they have me to gaze at." We stopped under an overhang as the rain began to pick up and Ed started to ring out his hair, golden strands darkened and soaked.
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