Tyler grimaced in distaste at that, tempted to tell him not to bother, no doubt. The room we were appointed was simple, only holding four beds and storage trunks at the end. Evening light filtered into the room from a small window at the far side, bathing everything in a golden glow.
"Ugh," Ed groaned, flopping back on the closest bed and dumping his coat and travel bag on the floor. "Finally! I'm exhausted."
Alphonse sighed and picked up Tyler's mess off the floor and placed it on top of the trunk at the foot of his bed. "Try not to trash the place, Brother, we don't want to get thrown out."
"You're such a clean freak, Al," I chuckled, placing my own bag at the foot of the bed next to Tyler's.
"I am not!" Al crossed his arms with a clank. "I just like things to be tidy, that's all."
