#letmespearyou

Al felt like a piece of meat being picked at. “Well…of course I have,” he stumbled. After hearing her belittling laughter, he sighed, collecting himself momentarily. “A good amount of time has passed…you’ve never even seen me with my real body before.”

“I’ve been busy myself. You know I don’t mind sharing information with you, Lust.”

Alphonse reddened again, not even realizing his vision had drifted. "I-I wasn't looking, trust me," he denied. "I want nothing to do with you." It was his turn to cross his arms. 

“Why?” he thought aloud. It seemed strange for her to simply drop by as though they were casual acquaintances. He tensed up, gulping as she crossed her arms; everything she did somehow felt erotic, leaving him feeling like he was seeing something he shouldn’t.

Al flushed at the unexpected compliment, but quickly frowned. “Lust,” he spat, a mixture of curiosity and contempt filling him, “what’re you doing here?”

“Lust, I was wondering where you’d run off to.”