(Since I want to keep this going, I'm just going to assume that @Poppy not replying means that I'm good)
Alphonse walked into the cafe as well, thankfully in his human form. He was noticeably worried about something. The truth was, his brother had gone out to fight again. He'd heard about the mayor being captured and gone off to try and free the guy after an argument with Al, insisting that the latter take a break while he could, before his body switched again. Alphonse had reluctantly agreed, but the argument had still gone on for a while. He ordered a hot chocolate–with whipped cream, of course, who in their right mind drank hot chocolate any other way?–and tried to find a seat. Unfortunately, it didn't seem that there were any free ones left. "Excuse me, miss," he said to someone sitting by herself. She seemed to be enjoying a scone. "Could I, er, sit here?" he gestured to the chair across from her, even more nervous now. It'd be awkward if the person was a guy, but she wasn't, and he was, so she probably thought he was some sort of creep. "I-if you don't want me to, that's fine," he stammered.
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Edward gritted his teeth, crawling through a vent. Why, out of all the places that they could have picked, why did it have to be the damn Chrysler building?! Fighting back the urge to sigh, he kept soldiering on, trying not to make too much of a racket. Good thing my arm and leg are muffled by my clothes, Ed thought, if I was wearing short sleeves or even just shorts, they'd hear me for miles… he wasn't really being the quietest man alive, but the Fullmetal Alchemist was used to making do. Should be getting close now… he thought.