It was a cheap place, with three stories, decent-sized rooms, no mysterious smells, a landlord who wasn’t entirely shady all the time, rent that was cheap, the walls were thick, and he could take the loft apartments, meaning he wouldn’t have to actually interact with the building's other residents in order to make his way to work. Well, except the one or two other pegasi who opted to go for the roof access rather than the street in the morning. Or evening. Or whenever his shift calendar decided to ruin his week. His armoured hooves clacked against the wooden roof as he stretched his wings out, twisting them this way and that to get out the kinks and aches, eventually stretching them fully outward and straight up until he felt his primaries interlock and his back crack satisfyingly.