Room 303; Saturday Morning [ After Walter Leaves ]
It was Saturday morning, and Alphonse wasn't doing anything different from how he usually spent his Saturday mornings. This would be sleeping in, and he was doing a very good job of it.
Sometime in the morning he woke up momentarily, noticing in his still-sleepy state that neither Walter or Pup were in the room. The door was still barely cracked (he probably forgot to shut it on the way out), so after unwillingly having to roll out from the nice, warm comforts of his bed to close the door, Alphonse flopped right into bed to do that sleeping thing.
Things such as food or cartoons or making sure his brother wasn't causing any mayhem yet could wait for later.
Sometime in the morning he woke up momentarily, noticing in his still-sleepy state that neither Walter or Pup were in the room. The door was still barely cracked (he probably forgot to shut it on the way out), so after unwillingly having to roll out from the nice, warm comforts of his bed to close the door, Alphonse flopped right into bed to do that sleeping thing.
Things such as food or cartoons or making sure his brother wasn't causing any mayhem yet could wait for later.