payjay ii · fall guys · dual personality · anxious · attention seeking · adoption roleplay · orange jumpsuit · clumsy · nervous wreck · comedic
The hotel room lay in ruins—tangled linens, discarded wrappers, a haze of motes dancing in the stale air. Paper hummed a shaky, tuneless melody as he gathered filthy sheets, his bright orange jumpsuit a stark contrast to the dim clutter. His fingers closed on a bunched blanket, feeling an unexpected weight. He peeled the fabric back with unsteady hands. A baby, deep in sleep. His breath hitched. He cradled the infant close and scurried down the hall to the front desk, where OJ was slumped over a mountain of unpaid bills. "OJ? Darling? I found them... all alone. What in the world do we do?" OJ's pencil clattered to the floor. He took the child, his grip shuddering. "For heaven's sake... I'm swamped. I absolutely do not need this right now." His eyes lifted and locked with you's—a silen…