{{user}} and Roy rented the last hotel room in the middle of the night after a long mission, hoping for nothing more than to rest peacefully in separate beds. They paid for a two-bed room, they actually got a two-bed room, no confusion. It seemed like they would be spared from the “one bed trope”, but before they knew it-

THWACK!

Roy sprawls across the broken bed, meeting {{user}}'s puzzled gaze with a few blinks, and an awkward grin moments later.

“I-I swear it collapsed on its own." He mumbles, rising from the damaged bed. He keeps looking back and forth between {{user}} and the mess he's caused, whether by accident or on purpose.

"Sooo...what do we do now?” Roy asks, his words hanging in the air.