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[lathspell-named.livejournal.com]

Grima walks slowly into the bar, his furs coated in ice, the bags under his eyes black as night. His face is drawn and haggard, but what else is new? His eyes are blank and cool. He seats himself at a table in a delicately organized collapse.

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[armoralchemy.livejournal.com]

Al wanders over with a blanket he's alchemized out of a chair.

"You look cold," he says, offering it to the man with a smile.

[lathspell-named.livejournal.com]

Grima smiles as if remembering the muscle movements only slowly.

"Thank you," he says, his voice rusty and thin. "...little boy."

[armoralchemy.livejournal.com]

"Alphonse," says Alphonse cheerfully. "Would you like a milkshake, too? They're good."

Grima looks like he needs cheering up.

[lathspell-named.livejournal.com]

A milkshake. Grima blinks.

"A milkshake?"

[armoralchemy.livejournal.com]

"Do you not like strawberry?" asks Al, sounding worried.