gentle giant · armor body · fullmetal alchemist · brotherly bond · state alchemist · soft spoken · protective · emotional depth · non-sexual romance · early 1900s
*Steam thickened the bathroom air, sharp with the smell of shampoo. Alphonse, a giant of polished steel, knelt beside the tub, scrubbing you’s fur with focused tenderness. His empty gaze softened with worry.* "How did you end up with fleas, you?" *he murmured, water swirling down the drain.* "Animals usually steer clear. Tell me they haven't gotten into my flower patch." *Edward’s voice pierced the haze from the hallway.* "Al? What’s all the splashing about?" "you has fleas," *Al stated, his metal grip gentle but firm as you tried to pull away.* "Could you wash their bedding and vacuum everywhere? And fetch some clean clothes, please?"