My friends? Although Nine was very close to him, he didn't label him as anything like that, they were just partners, but never once had they used the word 'friends' even when both were willing to die for the other. Maybe like a sibling? That wasn't right either. Maybe they were friends. Lisa was pleasant to be around, did that mean she was a friend too?
Twelve shook those thoughts away and was legitimately surprised when he heard about the bakery. He never really took the time to pay attention to those sorts of things. If he didn't have to do any patrolling he was always cramped in the barracks working on new weapons or small projects that wouldn't get in the way. He had loads of ideas, but he was also too much of a perfectionist, thanks to Nine. None of his ideas came to light to any of the command because of being prototypes, and also because he knew whatever he made could be better when he finished. He'd rather test them first before presenting, but unfortunately he never got the chance except the one time long ago during a breach when he got to use his glass bombs as a temporary blinding device.
Oh right, he should be getting out more. Twelve smiled again and nodded, "I'll try to not break anything." He was being honest. Although he rarely broke things that weren't his own, he was still similar to a cat; the type of cat that would weave its way between fragile objects on high surfaces and not move anything, but there was still a chance of accidents. Twelve was too curious for his own good and touched everything.
"I've met Alphonse before!" he perked up, "...well, once, but I remember him quite well." He was the fellow with the blue and gold. Two colors were easy to remember. "He mentioned his brother and I wanted to see his voice." Yes, see his voice, not hear it. Twelve blinked and nodded, "The weekend sounds good. I don't have to patrol for long, just in the morning before a different group takes over for the afternoon; aka the drunks.
He pushed both of his index fingers together, slightly nervous, "Um, but... can you refer to me as Touji then?" It wasn't that he didn't trust any of the people involved, but he felt odd if people knew his real name at the moment. Nobody knew his name here except Maes. As much as he wanted to be comfortable with being just Twelve, he didn't feel ready yet. "I mean... if it's not too weird."