Summary: Two curious little boys finally get a chance to examine the armor in Father's study.
“Whoever wore this must’ve been really tall.” Ed’s slightly congested voice sounded awestruck, and Al had to agree with him.
The suits of armor had always been in their father’s study, but they’d never really looked at them. Al had always been too focused on trying to please him, while Ed tended to look at the floor and project sullen displeasure at being ignored. Father never left the door open for very long, either.
But Father wasn’t here just now, and they had the study to themselves. Suddenly, being confined to the house to recover from colds wasn’t such a bad thing.
Al sniffed. “Winry should see this, her parents being automail mechanics and all. She’d want to see how all the plates fit together.” He tilted his head back, trying to see past the jutting chest plate and into the eyeholes of the helmet.
Ed plopped down next to a huge metal foot and blew his nose. “Wouldn’t it be awesome to wear this? Except for that stupid spike on the forehead, that makes it look too much like some dumb unicorn or something. But anyone looking at you would think you were invincible, and they’d practically be right.” Ed’s golden eyes were fierce as he envisioned himself as a warrior, crushing any annoyance with one stomp of his foot.
Al rolled his eyes—Brother could be so ridiculous sometimes—and stepped closer to gingerly finger a glove hanging limply from one arm.
The younger boy leaped back with a start and peered fearfully into the helmet’s terrifying face. Was it alive? Did he hear it move? Why wasn’t Brother moving, he must have heard…oh.
Grinning, Ed tapped the huge shin plate again. Ting. The sound echoed through the steel. “See, it’s not going to hurt you or anything. It’s just a big tin can.”
Before Al could splutter that he was not afraid of some silly old armor, Ed had already forgotten about it, too busy trying to figure out how the knees were supposed to bend. He squinted curiously into the knee joint.
“I wonder if it’s hard to walk in this.” His voice sounded strange and metallic, echoing all through the armor. He laughed, a strangely tinny sound, and patted the floor next to him. “Come on, Brother, you try it! It makes you sound bigger.”
Al shook his head. “No, Brother. I bet the inside smells funny.” Besides, it kind of scared him, but he’d never say that to Brother.
“It smells like metal, silly, what do you expect? Come here, try it; it makes you sound ten feet tall.”
Al grinned, relieved at a chance to revenge himself. Brother was so easy to tease when he left himself open like that. With a sly tone in he voice, he said quietly, “But you’re the only one who’d really appreciate that, since you’re probably never going to grow that much anyway.”
As Ed launched himself at Al, the younger boy reflected that maybe he shouldn’t have needled his brother. Then again, Al thought as he flipped Ed flat on his back, had he not distracted Ed, he probably would have been roped into climbing into it or something, and then they really would’ve been in hot water.
He refused to acknowledge that the armor’s empty eyes terrified him.
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