( FMA Mafia au, i was bored no Wi-Fi) He tipped the umbrella forwards, casting it above a dark haired man on his knees. "What'cha doin' here all by yourself? " He questioned, the soft pitter of rain replied. He could see the street lights emitting a soft glow on the damp concrete, murky with rainwater. "I just killed someone. " He replied, as if detached from reality. The rain consumed further conversation.