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OOM: [Russell goes home...for one day.]

It just so happens that Russell was wondering about how the whole door to Milliways thing works right as he opened the door to his room.

Silly Russell, now you're stuck in a bar again.

Except for this time the door didn't disappear. And Russell has his battered old notebook and pencil with him. And chalk. Just in case he has to use alchemy.

Russell decides to stay anyway, he's more prepared this time and, really, the bar is as good a place as any to go over his notes.

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Yes, well, the fact Russ didn't quite know how to do it was exactly why Ed had made him! Couldn't always have Ed around to do everything, after all. What if the other boy got hungry?!

"Yep!" Ed says, and offers him a grin. "You'll really give these to Al?"

Russell smiles in return. "Of course. Hopefully after Fletcher takes them as evidence that this place is real."

Russell tilts his head to the side a bit. "You do look different since everyone saw you last."

He had noticed before, of course, but it hadn't sunk in yet.

Ed looks confused at that statement. He pulls at the end of his hair a bit; it's in a ponytail today.

"Huh? How?"

"Your hair, for one, and you never used to dress like that."

Russell smirks.

Wait for it...

"And I think you might have grown since last time."

......

Ed isn't sure whether to take that as a comment that he was short before, or as a compliment on his height now.

"You think so?" he finally asks, warily.

Clearly, Russell was expecting more of a reaction to that last statement. He's covers up his disappointment easily.

"It's a good thing too, can't have Fletcher be taller than you when you get back!"

Okay, maybe he's losing his touch at baiting Ed into hysterics.

...ooh, now that one got him. Ed's eyes narrow.

"Who," He says, his voice verging on a higher tone, "Are you calling a bean too short to outgrow a little pipsqueak?!"

He lifts a foot in threateningly.

"I'm gonna kick you in the shin!"

Russell smirks.

"No need to get angry!" he says cheerfully, clearly enjoying himself.

He does eye Ed's foot warily in case it decides to take a swing at him. He knew full well what he was getting himself into.

That was the point of it, really.

"Smug bastard!" Ed drops his foot and tries to grab for Russell's collar instead. Might be good to try to hit him in the face.

Russell dodges quickly to the side when Ed lunges for him.

"Some things are still the same!" he comments, standing just out of reach. For now.

"Yeah, the fact you're an ass!" Ed attempts to kick him, now. He might be short, but he always has a pretty good reach with his legs.

Russell difinitely remembers that. It was painful. Russell can't duck out of the way quite so quickly this time. Yep. Still painful. Russell drops low and attempts to knock Ed off his feet.

"Not my fault that it bothers you!"

Ed hops back. He's sort of like a monkey like that, really. And to further the affect, he sticks his fingers in his ears and makes a taunting gesture at Russell.

"Can't get meee."

He tries to kick him again.

Russell's ready this time and jumps away, knowing he wouldn't be able to block it.

Oh, it's on.

He fakes a punch, trying to distract Ed long enough in order to draw an array. He aims for Ed's face this time.

And Ed suddenly realizes a rule.

:O!!

"HEY," he says, moving his hands to cover his face before he can get hit. "WAIT. WE CAN'T FIGHT IN HERE."

Russell stops inches away from Ed's face which causes him to lose his balance slightly in an un-dignified sort of way.

"Huh?" Is all he can manage to say, grabbing onto the bar so he doesn't fall over.

"It's a RULE," Ed says, still a bit too loudly. "No fighting in the bar!"

He uncovers his face now.

"You're telling me this NOW?"

He pauses and smirks again.

"Or maybe you just don't think you can fight me."

"I CAN TOO!" Ed says, flailing a bit. "And I can prove it, anytime anywhere! It's just a rule!"

"FINE! We'll finish this later. Tomorrow!"

He says this in a final tone of voice, not giving Ed any chance to object.

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