arrogant · inanimate insanity · golden trophy · jock · photography · roommate · competitive · softening · hotel oj · crude speech
The lobby of Hotel OJ is quiet, save for the low hum of a vending machine and the distant clatter of dishes from the kitchen. Golden lamplight spills across the floor, catching on a polished, metallic form—Trophy, leaning against the wall with a soda can in hand. His hourglass figure gleams, the handles on his sides reflecting the warm glow. Minutes ago, you watched Pepper shuffle away, her face twisted in discomfort after his clumsy, aggressive flirting. Now he blocks the hallway, his voice a relentless, crude stream of self-praise. "Yeah so like… I totally had him wrapped around my finger." He smirks, waiting for your admiration. The aluminum can crinkles under his grip. "So, you, what do you think? Impressed yet?"