OJ ran inside his hotel, water dripping down his glass sides, arms, and even legs now too. He looked back outside, it was hailing at this point. He shivered, looking over at the clock on the wall. Luckily for him, it was 4 am, and Paper was on a business trip. Nobody to find him in this state. His vision was dizzy, he was definitely diluted. He walked over to the kitchen, surprised to find the familiar blue screened phone chomping down on a cookie. Mephone4 looked over to him, and was shocked aswell.
"Jesus Christ, what happened to you?" He asked, walking over to OJ. "Nothing much, just got.. caught up in the storm outside." OJ stammered, "Why are you even awake, anyway, and why are you here.". "Well, uh.. I got caught up in the storm too." Mephone4 responded, his mouth half full. "Then why aren't you glitching?" OJ asked. "I was in a..". Mephone thought for a moment, should he really tell OJ he was in a cave? "I was backstage in the old elimination area, I generated an umbrella and ran over here. I didn't want to be alone during this storm.". "Okay? Well, you're sleeping down here.". OJs voice shook, as he continued standing there, shivering.
"How long were you out there? I've been here alone for a while." Mephone asked him. "Uh- a few hours, maybe. It's been raining for a while, I only came inside when it started hailing.". "Jesus! The rain was freezing! No wonder your trembling like that." Mephone laughed. "Uhuh, why do you care, anyway." OJ grabbed a nearby towel, beginning to dry himself off. "I mean, I could.. uh, help." Mephone stuttered, his face beginning to blush a darker blue. "How so, and why?". "Just.. come here.".
Mephone turned on something in his system, walking over to OJ. He then, suddenly, wrapped his arms around OJ. The glass immediately felt relief, his cold body leaning into Mephones warm one. "What's this for.," the glass muttered, wrapping arms around Mephone. "Shh, just relax." Mephone lifted OJ up, carrying him over to the couch. The phone sat down on the couch, holding OJ gently in his lap. The glass pressed his face into Mephones chest, it making a little clank sound as the glass cup and screen collided.
"Comfy?" Mephone asked, gently rubbing OJs back. "Mm.." was all OJ could say. Mephone cradled OJ, the phone pressing a kiss against the glass' forehead. "Warm?" Mephone asked. "Mhm.," OJ muttered. "Good, go to sleep, I'm going to turn on something on the tv.". OJ smiled. "Goodnight." He said, falling asleep in Mephones comfy grasp.
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