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It’s been a helluva long day.
MePhone; after barely making it up the stairs of Hotel OJ; finally made it to his room and immediately crashed onto his bed.
It was hard to breathe, though he couldn’t tell if it was from his fatigue or the musty smell of his room.
Knife always told him he needed to clean up more often.
He tossed his coat onto the floor; not being able to muster up the energy to actually put it away where it should have been.
He laid on his bed, looking upwards at the ceiling.
Tired.
Exhausted actually.
There were so many things to be exhausted over but he couldn’t help but feel he was wasting his time.
He hadn’t even done anything WORTH being tired for. He wasn’t doing enough.
This wasn’t fair.
Yawning, he felt sleep desperately tugging at him now. Unfortunate. He probably had so much work to do.
He needed to do something.
He had to.
…
He can’t.
Too tired.
Heavy.
His eyelids were heavy.
Sleep would feel nice right now.
Yeah.
That’s probably a good idea.
…
“…MePhone…”
…? Who’s that…?
“MePhone….”
…Hello?
“MEPHONE!!”
“..ACK-Wh- Oh! Uh…Hi. Knife..”
Knife, expression laced with concerned, stood by his bedside table. Running his hands through MePhone’s hair as he had suddenly sprung up from his previous position; laying in bed. Attempting to soothe him.
He chuckled.
“Good morning to you too sleepyhead. What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothin’. Just felt a little tired…Nothing serious.”
The last thing he wanted was for one of his contestants to worry about him over something so trivial. Let alone find out he was spending time asleep when he should have been focusing on planning more challenges and whatnot for the show. Pitiful. Pathetic,
honestly.
“So…” MePhone started, still struggling to gather himself but attempting to appear as alert as physically possible; though he still felt absolutely exhausted. “…What’s up with you…?”
A failed attempt at holding casual conversation. He held a false grin on his face; he probably blinked at least a hundred times a minute just in attempting to keep his eyes open alone.
Oh, the urge to just lay back down and sleep even more; the urge to just be asleep and not perceived.
“MePhone.” Knife snapped. Crossing his arms.
MePhone jumped, albeit a delayed reaction.
Suddenly he felt chills run down his spine.
God he was tired.
It felt cold.
Why did Knife choose NOW to talk to him?
Was this just something spontaneous? Did he just plan on talking to him NOW? Was he checking on him? Was he actually concerned?
Too many questions.
Tired.
Exhausted eve-
“MEPHONE…”
“Sorry…sorry…just tired. I’m sorry”
“Right, anyways…” Knife paused; looking towards the room door then looking back at MePhone. Thinking. “…You know what. You get some sleep. I’ll come back later.”
“…Wait, you needed me for something?”
“Well, OJ sent me up to call you down for something. Something about an anniversary or something. Didn’t know you two got down like that but, eh. I’m a messenger not a detective.” He gently nudged MePhone in his shoulder before turning around and leaving to head back downstairs to the lobby most likely.
Anniversary.
Right.
Of course.
How stupid was he?
How could he forget something that important???
Was it too late to say anything?
Should he text him?
Send him a note?
Call him?
Wait?
No he had to say something.
This is import-
“MePhone! You uh…okay? In here?”
OJ.
“…Uh, happy anniversary!”
OJ paused. Looking a but perplexed for a moment, before catching on.
“MePhone…Thank you! For the early anniversary greeting! It’s tomorrow! I was wondering if you…I don’t know, wanted to go out or something? For lunch or dinner maybe? Just to commemorate…and wind down a bit I guess.”
Tomorrow.
Right.
“…Oh! Yeah sure. That’s fine. Just…make sure to wake me up early.”
“Can do. I won’t interrupt your sleep until tomorrow then.” OJ said, passing MePhone a warm smile as he did. He knew he needed the rest.
“Thanks.”
He left.
Tomorrow.
Yes, tomorrow. He should probably set an alarm.
Tired.
Heavy.
Everything was heavy.
Sleep tugged on his shoulders once more. Leaning back into the comfort of his bed; tired.