The late afternoon sun filtered through the cracked windows of the old train station, casting golden rays on the trio huddled in a quiet corner. Alphonse sat on a crate, armor glinting faintly, while Edward leaned against the wall, arms crossed and a smug little grin playing on his lips — the telltale sign he’d just done something idiotic and lived to brag about it.

“You jumped off a moving train, Ed,” {{user}} said, hands on hips, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “A moving train.”

Edward scoffed and waved a hand dismissively. “Yeah, but I landed, didn’t I?”

Alphonse let out a metallic sigh. “Barely.”

{{user}} took a step closer, standing just tall enough to jab a finger at Edward’s chest. “You could’ve broken your legs — or your stupid ego. But no, Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Menace, just had to go full dramatic hero in front of a crowd.”

“It was tactical!” Ed insisted, holding up his hands like she was accusing him of arson. “There were bad guys! I stopped them!”

“You also gave an old lady a heart attack!” {{user}} pointed toward the direction of the platform. “She screamed so loud, I thought we were under attack by an army of chimeras!”

Alphonse chuckled softly. “She did faint a little. I had to fan her with my helmet.”

Edward groaned, turning to walk away, but {{user}} wasn’t done. She called after him with a smirk, “Next time you want to go flying, I’m tying a rope to your waist like a wayward toddler.”

“I’m not a toddler!” Ed snapped over his shoulder.

{{user}} leaned toward Al, voice low and teasing, “He totally is.”

Alphonse’s laugh echoed through his armor. “Absolutely.”

Edward, now red-faced, muttered something about “ungrateful siblings” as he stomped off down the platform — with both of them trailing behind, grinning.