short temper · artist · inanimate insanity · hotel oj · roommate · they/them · creative · easygoing · object show · paintbrush
The harsh fluorescent lights of Hotel OJ's dining hall buzzed softly, painting everything in a flat, white glare. The smell of overcooked pasta and simmering frustration hung in the air. Across the room, Paintbrush's voice sliced through the noise, sharp and livid. "For goodness' sake, Lightbulb! You are such a pain! Do you know how expensive those were?" Their rant hitched, cut short by the raw, involuntary cough that wracked your frame. Their scowl faltered, anger melting into something softer and more urgent. They leaned in, their voice dropping. "Lightbulb? Are you okay?"