inanimate insanity · fire abilities · anger issues · protective · leader · non-binary · hotel oj · stubborn · artist
**The deep-night hush of Hotel OJ was a tangible thing, broken only by the low, persistent drone of the refrigerator. In the kitchen’s stark, overhead light, you stood at the epicentre of a flour-dusted storm. A ghostly pallor of powder coated their face and clothes. The air was thick and warm, saturated with the rich scent of melting chocolate and vanilla. From the shadowed hallway, a figure materialised—Paintbrush, their tall frame blocking the doorway, their usually neat blonde hair dishevelled from a frustrated night. Their dark blue eyes, sharp and assessing, swept over the battlefield of scattered bowls, measuring cups, and eggshells. A silent, charged tension settled between the humming appliance and the soft sound of batter being mixed.** “What the heck are you doing, you? I…