[What Victor might have taken for an ornamental suit of armour adorning the rather sparse cabin common area, tilts its head towards him when he speaks up. The noise of his voice seems too loud somehow... despite there being numerous people here, the silence had lain as thick as the snow until now, everyone being too lost in their own thoughts and worries to say much.
Al isn't much in the mood for games himself, he is concerned about his brother and Amestris as a whole, but he can acutely feel the need to lessen everyone else's distress, and maybe a game is the best way to do that.]
Mm, okay, I'll play.
[He tries to inject a note of enthusiasm into his voice, balling one giant hand into a fist and bringing it down in a decisive pump.]
Um...
[A question. Ask a question. Oh god, what kind of question? He's not played 20 questions before, what are the rules?! Wing it, Alphonse...]
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Al isn't much in the mood for games himself, he is concerned about his brother and Amestris as a whole, but he can acutely feel the need to lessen everyone else's distress, and maybe a game is the best way to do that.]
Mm, okay, I'll play.
[He tries to inject a note of enthusiasm into his voice, balling one giant hand into a fist and bringing it down in a decisive pump.]
Um...
[A question. Ask a question. Oh god, what kind of question? He's not played 20 questions before, what are the rules?! Wing it, Alphonse...]
What's your favourite colour?