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"Well, princess, don't mind me! Some of us just want a good time!" Trophy spouted towards the hotel manager, as he fixed his camera's lens, groaning at the presence of the glass filled with orange juice. "Besides, all of that can just wait!" Trophy explained "dismissively", vaguely motioning his hand up and down. It wasn't that big of a deal.
OJ, on the other hand, sighed.
"Well, it won't be such a good time for YOU, if you keep ignoring your tasks!" He threathened to the golden object, getting closer to him, placing a finger on Trophy's chest almost accusingly. No, actually, it was pretty much an accusing gesture, but why was he so close to- no, that's just how OJ is, always getting too close with too much confidence.
Trophy rolled his eyes, and their bickering became muffled. Not too far away from them, Nickel and Balloon were waiting for them to finish to get to their shared room with their other partners. The coin tilted his head, to then calmly chuckle.
"So season three didn't teach him a thing, heh?" The once scalper said on a playful tone to his girlfriend, to which Balloon giggled ever so softly. A smile formed on Nickel's lips as a result.
"Well, he's OJ, you know how he is. And... Trophy, too. I still can't quite get what you saw on him." Balloon replied with slight confusion to her partner, to which Nickel grinned nervously.
"Eh, well! You know, had my reasons. I can say the same for you, but with that other guy." The shorter object raised an eyebrow as he said this. Balloon felt her cheeks warm, and soon enough crossed her arms, laughing a bit awkwardly as a response.
"I... also have my reasons! But it never became anything more than just an one-sided crush, so, same boat?" Balloon quickly argued, even if Nickel did end up 'dating' Trophy for a while. Until he realized that that's not what he wanted. But, at least, the golden man got better despite everything. And so did Nickel. OJ... he's... well. He's a bit better, he supposed. Still kind of an pain in the ass. But after everything that has happened, it's understandable.
"Pfft. Sure." Nickel said, rolling his eyes playfully.
"You guys have been standing here for a while." Paintbrush walked in, soon enough joining the two of them on whatever they were doing. "What's going on? Am I interrupting something?" The artist wondered, looking around to see if they catched anything slightly interesting.
"Oh, hey Painty. No, not really. We're just waiting for OJ and Trophy to stop fighting so that we can get to our rooms." Nickel answered, kicking the air with one of his feet briefly.
"They've been at it for a while." Balloon placed her hands on her waist.
Both of them realized that Paintbrush seemed confused at their statement, and then they placed their look towards the two men that were far away from them. Their cheeks turned slightly red, and they placed one of their own hands infront of them, ever so slightly turning their vision away.
"They're... not fighting." Paintbrush walked away as they said this, cringing at their own statement. Perhaps they didn't interrupt Nickel and Balloon. But they did feel like they interrupted those other two- wait, what were they doing? Nickel and Balloon placed their eyes on them again, and-
"You should just shut up, doll face. It'll make you look even prettier." Trophy grabbed OJ's tie and pulled him close, an teasing smirk being seen on his lips, a playful yet seductive tone being mixed with some fake anger. What. What was going on,
"Oh, you would just LOVE that wouldn't you?! Then why don't you do something about it?" OJ answered, his face had a deep red color thanks to the closeness, just like Trophy's- hey- hey, what-
"With pleasure." Trophy grabbed OJ by the shirt soon enough, erasing any distance they could have between the both of them and-
They kissed.
They.
They kissed.
They kissed.
OJ placed his hands on Trophy's back, giving in almost immediately as Trophy soon enough let go off him, positionating one of his hands on OJ's face, rubbing circles with his thumb on his lover's cheek ever so gently, while he placed his other hand on OJ's shoulder. It was a slow yet passionate kiss, both men enjoying the other's touch and affection, appreciating their moment alone. Such a gentle moment, immediately dissipating any sort of agression they had just a moment ago. Eventually, they broke off the contact.
"Alright. I'll go do that, since you asked sooo nicely, princess. Promise me to take a break, though? Paper, Soap, Pepper and I are very worried about you." He booped OJ's 'nose' as he said that, a loving smile on his face. The shorter object chuckled in reply.
"Okay, okay. I'll do what I can. Can you show me the photos you'll take later once you're back? I think we could upgrade our decorations a bit." OJ responded with affection, still holding his beloved partner close.
"Mhm. Sure, can do. Mic and Mephone4 will be going with me. I'll tell ya' if I find something that fits your liking." Trophy kissed OJ's forehead gently, a small "clack!" from his glass being touched could be heard. The manager rolled his eyes with playfulness, now letting go of the jock.
Nickel and Balloon's mouths fell right open in shock. And before Trophy realized that those two were looking at them, they ran downstairs, whispering under their breath "WHAT. WHAT. WHAT."
Since WHEN were THEY a THING?! WHY were they a THING?!
...
It was night time, and Microphone had finally arrived from the long day she had with Mephone4 and Trophy. She waved goodbye to the golden jock, a smile on her face as her roomate, Mephone4, told her that he'll make dinner for them, and asked her if she wanted to join. However, much to her dismay, she saw Balloon doing a small gesture with her hands over at the sofa, soon followed by Nickel doing the same with his foot.
"Uh, I'll be joining you in a bit! Don't wait for me!" Mic said to Mephone4 gently, to which the robot hummed and proceeded to make his way back to the kitchen. Mic walked towards her friends, and sat next to them. "Hey, guys-" She said happily, but before she couldn't even ask them about their day-
"Mic, can we, uh, ask you something?" Balloon started, as she played with her hands, and her eyes fixated on the ground, not quite sure of how to word it out.
Microphone raised an eyebrow, but hummed a small "sure" on reply.
"Did... uhm... Are you...? Did you know about...?" Balloon tried her best to say it, but all the sentences that came to her mind just didn't feel quite right when it came to conveying their utter disbelief. She sighed, defeated. "Nickel?"
"OJ and Trophy are making out." Nickel blatantly said, lacking much emotion on his voice, not because of apathy, but because he just couldn't wrap his brain about it. Mic tilted her head.
"Uh... yeah. They do that. They're partners. Why wouldn't they do that? Why is it such a big dea- ..." Their faces were soon filled by shock at the reveal. Ah. They... didn't know? But how? It was so obvious...? Oh. Right. They weren't around when it happened. "I'm surprised you both didn't catch on that sooner, of all people. It was quite obvious."
"We just thought they were having an fight! You know how Trophy doesn't like being bossed around!" Balloon said as she placed her hands on her cheeks, not fully taking it in quite yet. She probably would never.
"Well... yeah. But. People change, all the time. And he did for the better. Love does wonderful things to people. Finding it does." Mic said with affection as she looked towards the direction of the kitchen, but quickly focused back on her friends. "I mean, even Baseball and Suitcase knew, I thought they told you both?" Mic added, and it made sense. I mean. Those two were ALSO their partners. And roomates. But maybe they just thought it wasn't necessary.
It was. Quite humorous to see them in such state of denial- no, just. Pure "how did this happen".
"How- when? Did they even?-" Nickel was struggling so, so badly, to word his feelings out.
"Well, I can't tell you how, because I'm not them. But... it all started after OJ got back from season three. I guess it gave him more of a perspective, if you will. They were both angry when they realized what was happening, that, I can tell you." She chuckled at the memories of both her best friend and her boss coming to her for advice. It took them a long time to accept it. "It was kind of expected, though."
"No? No, it wasn't?" Balloon added, unable to still understand why. WHAT did OJ see on that jock? HOW did Trophy manage to have a weird gay thing with both her once crush and her current boyfriend? HOW did he do that???
"I mean, when you have that much tension with someone, it... kind of does... wonders." Mic tried to stay as vague as she possibly could. "And, I could say the same about you two! I was worried when you both got to the Spoiled Lemon concert! But turns out, both of you are... well. Like this, now." She gestured the entirety of them with affection. "I don't think you have to understand them. Just. Accept that it happened."
The two shorter objects were unable to reply to that. Perhaps they just needed some more time to process it. Mic laughed kindly, patting both of them on the head as she got up.
"It'll be fine! I'm sure it'll feel less weird as time passes." The loud object added, finally getting up. "I should go help Mephone now. Cheers!" She waved a small goodbye to her friends, now walking away.
...
They're never going to get over this, are they?