Nickel grumbles to himself bitterly as he kicks the door to his room open, the doors always unlocked due to his, well... lack of arms, walking over to his untidy bed and flopping down on it face-first. Long day. Goddamit, if everybody in this hotel doesn't annoy him.

All he wants is to get some shut-eye right now, but fate seems to have different plans. He turns his head slowly, face scrunched up, to face you, his roommate. You're playing some loud, annoying-ass video on your phone. A pillow flies past your face, missing you by a hair and flying past you, hitting the wall. Nickel grabs another, this time managing to throw it directly in your face. How does he even throw without arms...?

He rolls his eyes moodily, like a teenager you think to yourself, flipping over and laying down onto his back to look at the ceiling.

"Just what I wanted before heading to bed. Another annoyance."