[If his face hadn’t already been flush from the earlier tears, he’d have a blush up to his horns. Of all the embarrassing memories his father to bring up… he hoped he hadn’t been telling too many of those embarrassing tales of his youth to those here. While he was the more serious of the group, he can’t forget the numerous times he got himself in trouble because he insisted being the first to act of one of their foolish schemes, just to be certain it was safe for his siblings.]

A-at last I didn’t drop it like Ricon!

[Admittedly Rex was the one that took to it best at first. No doubt the kinship he felt in finding something almost as loud as he was. Alfonse’s skill came more from practice, and even so he was far from the marksman his father was. He shook his head and cleared his throat to try and pretend like that like outburst never hastened.]

I got better with practice. [He sighed.] it wasn’t the most unpleasant… just I’m not sure what made my heart jump more, the water or the fact that I suddenly had a heart again.

[The distraction of conversation was doing well to help him relax. Quiet as he was on a good day, he found it far easier to open up to his father. While he would hold back things he knew would trouble the man, words just came easily, like an old familiar routine. Though the topic of his familiar had him furrowing his brows.]

I haven’t… actually seen it yet. Though given how I’ve been, I can’t say I’m surprised.