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OJ sighed, the stars gently glimmering onto the couch where the two of them were sitting. Paper gently sinking into the other objects embrace.
The chatter of the TV was the only noise audible, rerunning some of the first episodes of Desperate HouseWives.
It was pretty cute how ecstatic Paper was to show OJ this little show him and Knife used to watch. He gently caressed the sheet of papers' face, causing him to giggle a bit and mutter out something about how amazing OJ was.
"Paper? Ready to head off to bed?" OJ asked, plastering a kiss onto the other object's forehead. Paper letting out a soft chuckle to his boyfriends jesters.
"Uh-huh, I'm pretty tired from today's shift at the hotel, what with trying to keep Cherries from breaking a window, to trying to keep Trophy from not exploding over his camera being stolen…y'know he paid for a whole search party for it, a bit of an overreaction but I don't judge…*cough* that much."
OJ laughed, placing a shoulder on Paper's shoulder, "I was thinking of watching that show you mention uhh…Desperate HouseWives was it? I-"
"Did you say…Desperate Housewives?!" The sheet of paper asked, his eyes glittered with excitement, holding one of Oj's hands and gently bouncing it up and down.
"Yea, I know you really like it so-" "OHH MYY GOSHH!!!!" Paper exclaimed, letting his arms wave up and down to stim, before then grabbing OJ's hand to shake it up and down.
"Woahoho Paper, At least let me finish a sentence!" OJ laughed out lightheartedly, in which Paper let out an embarrassed yet excited giggle.
"Sorry, sorry…I just- LOVE Desperate HouseWives, specifically episode 1 of season 1…used to watch it with Knife a lot, yknow."
It went silent for a minute, the glass of juice letting the sheet of paper have a moment to reminisce. He's had it rough, especially with his former pal, Knife. Sometimes silence is the best way to grieve, he knew this well from…past experience.
"I miss him sometimes but…I have you now, and I couldn't be happier." Paper nuzzled close to OJ, embracing him in a tight hug.
The first episode of season 1 had just come on, "Paper would've loved this," OJ muttered, as he turned his attention back to the sleeping object.
Watching his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. The silence and tranquility was nice, and a blanket of calm embraced them both.
A night to watch your boyfriend's current hyperfixation with him, cuddling on the couch, really was a good idea, huh.