Room 229 - Early afternoon Sunday
Edward Elric unlocked the door to 229, threw his suitcase on the floor and immeaditely flopped on his bed, face-first in the pillow. His ass hurt from the long train ride, and that bothered him because by this point he thought he should be immune to that after untolerably long train rides. That, on top of the myriad of new faces he passed getting to his dorm had compounded in a throbbing headache of doom.
The best cure for that, of course, was attempted suicide by suffocation via pillow.
Conviently, he had completely forgotten to close the door behind him.
[OOC: Baaaaack from summer break and open to anyone who wants to pester the crap outta Ed.]
The best cure for that, of course, was attempted suicide by suffocation via pillow.
Conviently, he had completely forgotten to close the door behind him.
[OOC: Baaaaack from summer break and open to anyone who wants to pester the crap outta Ed.]