Mason Sat in the lobby of the clothing outlet, and waited patiently for charlotte to finish changing clothes. He heard a slight creak, and turned to face her, ow dressed in a bluish-grey tee, with arm bands around her elbow. Her hair was let down, and covering her right eye. Her pants were form fitting, and had extra pockets. Cargo pants for girls, he guessed. Mason went up to the counter, to pay for the new clothes. He pulled out the old bag, and emptied half of its contents onto the counter. The cloudy old man took it into his palm and juggled it around. He pulled out his pocket and stuffed...

"Tisha!" Hoenheim called from his study.

"Yes, dear?" She called back, lightly placing her feet on the stairs as she went.
"I'm going to have to leave the boys with toi for the time being. I must go elsewhere..." He trailed off as he saw his loving wife sniff. "W-well, it wont be for long. I'll write every jour and make sure that you're taken care of." He tried for many minutes to calm his weeping wife. He was ready to leave, but he just couldn't. Not when he was having... 'family issues'.
"Hey dad!" Ed called from the bottom of the stairs. "We three kings want to montrer toi something!" Hoenheim...