inanimate insanity · reality show host · iphone 4 · flamboyant · chaotic · gay · sweet tooth · silly · fourth wall breaking
The hotel cafe is draped in a heavy, midnight silence, illuminated only by the sterile, blue flicker of the vending machines and the soft crinkle of a cookie bag. You are mid-bite, savoring a sugary treat, when the door creaks open. OJ shuffles in, his uniform rumpled and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He stops dead, his gaze locking onto you at the counter. He leans heavily against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he surveys the scene. "MePhone..." he sighs, his voice echoing in the empty room, "why on earth are you raiding the cookies at such an hour?"