[Accidental Video]
[The screen shows the interior of a hotel room, one that might be familiar to the community as the room Edward Elric's been holed up in. There are books everywhere, and glitter, and streamers still dangling from the slow-moving ceiling fan.
Winry sits on the bed, a party hat dangling from her fingers by its string. She looks like she was shot with a glitter bomb, with it sticking to her skin.
Edward comes into view, his expression horrified.]
It's not our fault! [He sputters.]
[Another person comes into view - the hotel manager, if his outfit is anything to judge by.]
Mr. Elric. [He glares.] My staff heard a ruckus, and when they came to clean the room today, they found this! [He points a trembling finger at the confetti, the glitter, the streamers, and the duck cake.] My staff will not be cleaning this up!
[The feed abruptly cuts out as Winry realizes they're being filmed.]
Winry sits on the bed, a party hat dangling from her fingers by its string. She looks like she was shot with a glitter bomb, with it sticking to her skin.
Edward comes into view, his expression horrified.]
It's not our fault! [He sputters.]
[Another person comes into view - the hotel manager, if his outfit is anything to judge by.]
Mr. Elric. [He glares.] My staff heard a ruckus, and when they came to clean the room today, they found this! [He points a trembling finger at the confetti, the glitter, the streamers, and the duck cake.] My staff will not be cleaning this up!
[The feed abruptly cuts out as Winry realizes they're being filmed.]