Edward glared at the girl, her opinion of him as plain as day. She disliked them. Oh well, hell if he cared. She could hate all she want, he really didn't give a damn. He was reminded of how tired he was when he yawned and decided to wander off. He managed to find his room without assistance and fell onto the bed. He must have stayed up quite some time reading if he was this tired. He wondered about how his brother Alphonse was doing without him. Probably getting along well enough with their mother and father. His thoughts drifted to random political stuff, a Hughes died in the line of duty as a hero, some stuff about a Mustang and Hawkeye and something about one Shou Tucker and his daughter. Random stuff, a bit familiar with the names, but nothing that concerned him. He soon drifted off into sleep, snoring so loud you wouldn't believe it.