Hohenheim blinked, slow and owlish, as if Edward had just presented him with a particularly aggressive thesis,
โWell, thatโs a relief,โ he said, hands lifting in a helpless little shrug, โHere I was, worried you got something from me besides the hair and the dazzling charm."
โWe donโt take after you. At all.โ
He jabbed a thumb at himself, expression twisting in indignation.
โI avoid emotional confrontation because people like you make it a damn minefield, not because I learned anything from you!โ
I think I got a โ๐ช๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ต๐ฒ๐น๐น ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ,โ if memory serves.โ
Hohenheim blinked, taken aback, not that heโd admit it aloud, and lifted a hand in an awkward little half-wave, like he wasnโt sure if he should greet his son or brace for impact,
โ..Well,โ he said, clearing his throat, โThatโsโฆ marginally better than the last time you saw me.
@DeadbeatRelic Edward stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes went wide, not soft, not relieved, not even angry at first.
Just stunned. Frozen.
Like his brain needed a full second to process the sight in front of him.
โOh, itโs you.โ
There was no warmth in the words.
Just acid.