OJ sweeped up the floor, glancing behind him as the residents at his hotel ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. He didn't care much about them much, he was waiting for somebody, his long time friend, and his other half. He continued sweeping, trying to ignore the loud screaming coming from Fan as Paintbrush chased him around the room. "Don't cause a fire!" He yells to Paintbrush. They stopped, acknowledged him with a nod, then took a few deep breaths, calming themself down.
OJ then heard the doorbell ring. He let out a sigh of relief, opening the door. His face lit up, when he saw Paper standing there. But, it wasn't because Paper had arrived. Paper was standing there holding a bouquet of OJs favorite white roses. He had drawn himself a bowtie, which OJ would assume took hours to draw. Paper waved to OJ, who had now bubbled up. He handed the white bouquet the OJ. OJ hid his face with the flowers, and let out a quiet "thank you..".
"Are you.. willing to go on a date tonight? With me?" Paper quietly muttered, he was quite nervous himself. "I can get ready now." OJ happily said. Lightbulb snapped a picture of the pair, before OJ walked upstairs.
"Heyyyy!!" Lightbulb shouted, following OJ, "Can I help you get readyyy?!". "Uh, sure? I didn't know what to wear anyway." OJ responded. "You should wear a dress, I bet he'll love it!" Lightbulb bounced. "A dress? Did you forget who your talking to?" OJ asked, stopping to look at Lightbulb. "I know who you are!! Anyway, I have a few dresses in a lot of colors! They're actually quite comfy..".
"No- no no no, he would laugh at me." OJ anxiously said, sitting at his mirror. "Oh come on! Papers not the type of person to do that, even I know it!" Lightbulb reassured OJ, "Besides! I bet you'll look pretty in one! He'll be floored!". She went off to find a good dress for him to wear, while OJ sat, looking in the mirror. His eyes blinked and began to tear up, he didn't want to disappoint his boyfriend, especially since he would have to see his face everyday if no matter what goes down. "Found it!" Lightbulb said, rushing back into the room. OJ turned behind his back to look.
It was a silky red dress with a maroon belt. He looked up and down at it, he was embarrassed, but also in awe. Lightbulb forced him up, stuffing his body into the red dress. It felt perfect to him, but what man would wear a dress like this? "I'm not sure.." OJ muttered. "Come on, I see your expression, you like it!!" Lightbulb said, proud of herself. "Here, I'll help you with those tears, then you can go out and impress him!"
After a few minutes of Lightbulb reassuring OJ, he felt confident. He exited his room, making his way downstairs. He listened to the clicking of his heels as he made his way downstairs. As soon as he stepped foot into the room, he heard a semi quiet snickering coming from the couch. He immediately lost his confidence, but tried to make his way over to paper anyway. With his attempt though, he only ended up tripping over, when he felt something catch him.
He looked up to find Paper supporting his weight, and the sheet helped him regain his balance. "You look beautiful." Paper said, holding out his hand to grab OJs. OJ quietly grabbed Papers hand, and Paper bent down and softly kissed the back of it. He felt his face lift up, and his expression turned back into a smile. He felt himself being lift off the ground, as Paper picked him up and cradled him. "Thank you.." Was all OJ could even muster. "You ready?" Paper asked, grabbing OJs bag for him. "Yes, yes I am!" OJ happily said, kicking his legs back and forth. Paper slowly carried him outside, ready to go out to the restaurant place Paper had set up.
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