#sharpvenom

I HAVE NEVER THOUGHT OF THIS EITHER OMG

welcome to devil’s nest fight club, alphonse. first rule about fight club – don’t talk about it. second rule – don’t invite the furher.

** platonic / familial actions. your  muse  surprises  my  muse  with  a  pillow  fort.

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▐│∶x∶; —                             he couldn't quite describe the feeling. just that, upon approaching the bar's threshold, he'd known something was... different. not "off", but... different. and this suspicion is only confirmed once he and greed step through the doors.

because. the furniture in the bar has been rearranged. most of it's been moved to sort of frame or tunnel to the stairwell door, and a few throw-blankets and towels have been used to cover the tops--unify the construction into one massive form. the two of them just stand there, dumbfounded, for several seconds, until dol catches martel's gaze peering out of the tunnel's entrance. she blinks, once, then flashes him a toothy smile and a wink. "you assholes are home early."

greed snorts, sniggering under his breath. dol sends him a look as he pockets his hands ( the playful glint in his eyes obvious ), but remains still as the homunculus swaggers toward the kitchen. dol huffs; some of the tension leaves his shoulders as he wanders to the elaborate tunnel system, lowering onto all fours.

            ❛ gonna go out on a limb here and assume y'ain't             the master mind behind this... impressive undertakin', ❜

he says, raising his brows. martel lets out a mock-gasp, her expression bordering offense. "of course not. all i did was carry the impossibly heavy things for the real genuis." she casts a glance over her shoulder, and dol ducks a bit to peer past her. genevieve beams at him from where she's peeking around a chair leg.

            ❛ i shoulda know, ❜

dol says, lying down on his stomach and crossing his arms.

            ❛  think y'made the entrance, here, a bit small, though,             martie. not all of us are toddlers or capable of bendin'             their bones all over. ❜

"mn. sounds like a complaint you'll have to take up with the master mind, chief," martel says as she rests a cheek in her palm. "not much i can do without a new set of blueprints. don't really have much of a reason to bother her about it, either. unless. i received some encouragement."

dol snorts loudly.

            ❛ you're both super smart and could totally make             this more accessible if you wanted to. ❜

"aw, thanks, that's so sweet. ...but i meant a bribe. maybe a snack that'll fill us up just right and help will all the hard work we’re going to have to do."

with our combined strength – your rage to broho’s treatment of dol, mine to cos for martel – we can take on a seven nation army

B IT C H ???? OH MY G O D??? OH MY G O