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It was a bright and early morning, exactly five-thirty when trophy woke up for his morning jog. His alarm blaring loudly throughout the room, quickly shutting it off to not awaken the hotel and most importantly, his possibly dead roommate; Tissues.
Even though the golden one hated the diseased one's guts, he didn't want to wake him up. (he would get a great laugh out of waking him up this early but..) he didn't hate him enough to endure a hour's speech about how much how the tissue box despises the other, And how he needs sleep because of his “condishawn” and “oh trophy? Can you get some tissues while you’re out?” Every. Single. Day. Trophy has to remind the ill that he literally has tissues coming out of his head.
Enough of that bum, trophy needed to get ready for the day, he wouldn’t live with himself if.. Anyone saw him this dishevelled.
Trophy jumped out of bed and waltzed into the shared bathroom between the two, he peeped into the mirror. And to be honest? He didn’t look half bad. Probably could score anyone with these looks. Either way, he still had to fix himself up and get ready for his jog.
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After getting into the proper clothing and putting on sun-block, (yes objects wear clothing & sun-block sue me/j) trophy began to head out, but not forgetting his camera! He decided to spice things up a bit and went with things going slow. He glimpsed at the clock once more, it now read six sixteen. Wow, that went fast. He glared down at tissues limp body, he really wanted to drop an anvil on him. But alas, OJ wouldn’t like that, and he’d get kicked out. So he’d have to wait for the special day for it to become acceptable.
But trophy couldn’t help and watch for a little longer, is it the cover that slightly exposes his snoozing face that's somehow convincing trophy just to crawl into bed? Nah. It's definitely the fact that tissues doesn’t look like a complete bitch and isn’t fighting with him for once. And to think about it? Trophy didn’t wake up with his snot all over him, today is going to be a great day. Trophy’s sure of it.
Trophy left his room with a beam on his face, Not allowing anyone or anything to get in his way, that was before he fell down the stairs. Unfortunately for trophy, he was made out of metal, uh sorry, Gold. He convinced everyone (himself) that he's pure gold, but when yang bit him and he didn’t dent.. The secret was out.
It also didn’t help when he fell he made a noise that was identical to the falling pipe noise on youtube. Well I hope the hotel wanted to wake up at six thirty in the morning because they don't have a choice anymore! Trophy quickly stood up, dusted himself off, and bolted for the hotel doors. He almost missed cheesy standing in the kitchen, stifling his laughter.
Knowing that Cheesy saw that fumble that trophy just made, he wanted to slap himself stupid, or work out until he passed out again. Forget the “slow walk” for today, he needs to run, and far. He took his beloved camera from around his neck and put it into his head, thank gods it's hollow.
Whilst trophy was putting the camera away, his arm brushed against his face, and it was.. Warm? But it's cold out at this time, it's probably his body regulating heat since he forgot his jacket, yeah that's it. He stumbled upon a puddle though, and decided to look into it.
Hah, you’d think his cheeks were cosplaying as the cherries right now, seeing how red they were. (what a very reflective puddle eh?) That’s funny though, he hasn't even started running yet! That usually happens after the run. Huh that’s Strange, it’s warmer than usual today too.
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When the award came back from his daily run, a lot more objects were in the main areas than usual. He noticed it was mostly the second floor ones, and a small amount of third floor, but those were the regulars that were down normally there at this time. Trophy avoided everyone as usual and headed to the kitchen from a habit he picked up from his routine, despite not having his beloved protein shake this morning.
As he entered, he locked eyes with the only other object in the room, OJ. he so suddenly remembered he had no reason to be here! He started to back up until OJ caught his attention.
“Come back here, I gotta ask you something.”
The prize took his sweet ol’ time turning around to look at OJ again, noticing how dark his eye bags were. Oh, he knew exactly what this was about. One would say that trophy took a decade to walk over, but really it was fifteen seconds. Fifteen seconds OJ could’ve been out of there.
“Okay, since you’re so used to social distancing to tissues and are now doing to me, i’ll just ask you from there. Were you the one that fell down the stairs this morning?”
Oh balls.
“Pfft, why’d you pin the blame on me? It was probably Knife or Nickel, y’know the objects that are made of metal?”
Nailed it.
“I can debunk that with three statements; first one, if Knife did fall he would’ve landed on his handle, which is made of plastic and therefore wouldn’t make that much of a ruckus. Nickel, however is a different story-”
“Yeah, yeah I got it smartass, can you hurry it up?”
“Alright! Just admit that you were stupid and fell down a flight of stairs and you can leave.”
“How the hell do you-”
Oj gave trophy a look that scared the bejeebers outta him.
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As the two left the kitchen, the entire hotel was silent and was looking at them. Hell, even Knife and pickle paused their game just to look at the two. OJ looked over at trophy who was already looking at him, all OJ could muster through the thick air was “was i that loud..?” trophy, not having the balls to after getting berated by the man he’s standing next to and with everyone’s eyes on him, just shrugged. The more trophy thought about it, cheesy does this at his comedy shows, talks in front of all these people and having a very consistent interrupter at each and every show he’s ever hosted at the hotel. Hm, Trophy should give him more credit.. Nah, it's cheesy. What was he thinking??
Trophy, lost in his dairy daydreams, failed to notice the attention was no longer them and the orange fellow had already left. He was just standing there like a complete idiot, he only came to reality when a very familiar feeling came back to him.
“..Soap stop spraying me”
The award glared down at the cleaning product, she had a huge grin on her face.
“Haha, I knew that’d work! Now move, I want food.”
Trophy, not even thinking, moved immediately. And just, walked away. Started walking to his room automatically, that was before he was interrupted by a cheesy fellow who was non-stop giggling right next to the stairs. Trophy, who’s given up on life, turned around and headed for the hotel doors again.
What's going on with him? First he let himself get socially destroyed by OJ, secondly let soap just order him around then letting cheesy and his stupid laugh get to him? He doesn't even know what Cheesy’s laughing about! He hopes it wasn't about this morning, no, that was like an hour ago plus why does trophy care? It’s just Cheesy, he could be laughing about anything. And he laughs about everything at the same time, the other day trophy overheard cheesy laughing about the horrible design choices for the hotel.
Trophy caught himself stifling a laugh from that previous thought, he can just imagine cheesy pointing and laughing at the orange walls, wait why is he thinking of cheesy so damn much today? Eugh, he wishes there was a mental lactose intolerant or something. He doesn't even like cheese that much! He’s more of a yoghurt type of guy.
With his head in the clouds, he yet again didn't notice something extremely important, an extra pair of footsteps behind him. When he did eventually come out of his thoughts about cheeseman, he decided to do a lap of the island, starting at the hotel so he’d do a full loop. trophy didn’t even hear the other footsteps until he turned around and saw the object himself just.. Standing there.
“GAH- F- Ugh, you cheesy twerp! What the hell do you think you’re doing following me like that?!”
“Well, after you left I saw you were acting more of a blue ribbon than a golden prize, so I wanted to see what’s up!”
“I'm fine and I don't know why you’re acting like you care.”
Before trophy could spiral into another stream of thoughts about dairy king, he started to abruptly speed-walking to the direction of the hotel. Cheesy following not too far behind. After a few seconds, Cheesy tapped trophy’s shoulder, after successfully (and somehow) not pissing him off, he pointed at a bird in the tree.
“Look at that fatass bird, it's like mephone but if he was reincarnated..”
Trophy without a word swifty took the camera back out and did a little adjusting and took a photo of it, the flash scaring both the bird and cheesy, bird flew away, cheesy just gave trophy a dumbfounded look. Trophy not caring enough to ask cheesy what's with his face, just mumbled something under his breath, cheesy was opening his mouth to ask the cup to repeat himself but the latter got to that first.
“Save your breath, what i said was ‘that's a northern cardinal, they’re not native to this area, strange’ Also could you air this out for me? I can’t be bothered right now.”
Without a second to think, trophy handed cheesy the photo and cheesy started doing it immediately. He thought it was funny how cheesy just did what he asked, but trophy put that thought to rest when he found other things to distract him for the time being, that is, taking more photos..
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By the time that trophy found himself done, the sun was beginning to set. He started to walk past a few trees to the crappy cliff, just stopping before he made it to the exposed area. His golden coat radiating off the pinkish-orange hughes the sun was emitting onto himself, he turned around, the short, humorist object who he’s been hanging out with all day was there like to be expected. Trophy sighed and looked at his camera, then at cheesy.
“Want to take a shot? Not the cliff though, you aren’t that trustworthy”
One person would say cheesy was about to cry, another would say that trophy was just imagining things, but trophy saw stars in his eyes. He could’ve sworn that a faint pink appeared on his cheeks a millisecond before his iconic smile appeared on his face. Even trophy wasn't afraid to admit he thought that cheesy was going to start bawling his eyes out then and there.
Cheesy was going to verbally let trophy know how much he wanted to thank him, but once again trophy shut him up, this time using his hand to cover his mouth and slowly handing the camera to Cheesy with his other hand. Cheesy held the camera with both of his hands like it was a prized possession. Trophy signalled with his thumb that he was going to sit under a nearby tree, cheesy nodded and instantly went to go find the perfect picture.
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Cheesy scurried around looking for anything that could be classed as ‘photogenic’ by trophy, as much as cheesy didn’t want to admit it. Wait no, he honestly didn’t care; he wanted to find something that’ll impress trophy. And needed to be quick before the lighting from the sun is gone, coincidentally, cheesy locked eyes with a raccoon sitting on a fallen log. The log has fungi and mosses decorating every surface of it, the sun lighting up everywhere but the log.. Cheesy was star struck, and immediately went for the photo.
Click
Dairy guy was walking back to the golden guy, while he was walking he peeked at the sky for a moment. You could faintly see the moon with some stars scattered in the sky, the sun’s colours have greatly died down from a few moments prior. Cheesy finally found trophy after a minute thinking he’d lost him, Cheesy looked at trophy and on further inspection realised he was asleep. And honest? This is the first time he’d seen trophy when he actually looked content with life, well excluding when he was taking photos of course..
Cheesy’s second thought was that he should take a picture, and he did! But the dumbass forgot to take off the flash so it woke the other up. He tried (and failed) to play it off as being cool while whistling, looking away and flapping the said photo right in front of trophy's face. Trophy, thinking it was another of cheesy’s pranks, just ignored it.
“Geez, how long was I out for? Eh whatever, hey twerp did ya end up finding anything good?”
The cheddar fella’s grin returned as he handed trophy his picture of the raccoon. “Look at this fatass raccoon i found.” trophy looked at cheesy, then the photo again before speaking.
“Alright, that bird from a while back? Yeah that's a fatass, this raccoon? Just has an oddly thick coat. Nevertheless, a pretty decent photo for a newbie like yourself.”
The two made exchanges of their items, cheesy getting back his photo and trophy with his camera. On the way back to the hotel it was comfortable silence between the two, until one of them spoke up.
“I didn’t know hanging out with a cheesy twerp like you could be decently fun, you should come jogging with me in the mornings, that’s if you don’t make your stupid puns all the time.”
“Y’know what, I'm taking up that offer. What times do you usually go jogging?”
“Between six to seven!”
“oh”