Some Sunny Day [ A JTW SEQUEL ]

Part 5: The Wonder

OJ's small, nervous smile didn't falter as the other object rushed up to him, hugging him tightly while giggling to themself.

"You idiot, I missed you! I thought I'd never see you again!!"

"Missed you, too, Pick."

The both of them kept their embrace for just a moment longer, though it felt like an eternity. Pickle's grip tightening ever so slightly on OJ's arms as OJ was sinking into his. The both of them looking into eachother's eyes for only a second, yet that second was a moment of understanding that they'll never  feel again. It was terrifying, yes, but they knew it wouldn't be as scary if they were together.

And together they were. At long last, they had reunited.

After their tender moment with each other, OJ was the first to let go. Pickle held on for a little bit longer before catching on that he has to get off him, too, and doing so. They looked at one another as a soft silence surrounded them.

"...What's been going on?"

"Oh! You know.. cleaning duties."

"I thought Soap took over cleaning duties?"

"She did?? She said you did that!"

"Wow. So you've been doing her job the whole time?"

"The whole time. And I could've been playing video games instead."

"I'll have to talk to her later. She's really pissy about being the only one cleaning around here, so I guess she just wanted a break or something. Maybe getting back at you for your 'gamer trash stash' or something."

Pickle glared at him playfully.
"It was a collection, and you know it. I spent years collecting all those cans and bottlecaps."

OJ smiled, snickering at Pixkle's reaction. This was a familiar feeling, and not a bad one. He felt comfortable.
"I know, babe, just messing with you."
Suddenly, he remembered what he was meant to be doing. Right. Let's slowly get back on track.
"So.. Pickle? Test Tube told me you've been overworking yourself ever since I left. Or, at least, that you look tired. Do you want me to help you with running the hotel?"

His expression softened as he nodded at OJ.
"Yeah. It's hard. Paperwork is littering your office, sorry. Most of it is unpaid tax notices."

"Just put them with the rest, nobody will notice."

"What?"

"Anyways, I didn't want to rush you about this. It would be fine if you said no."

Pickle narrowed his eyes.
"..I just said yes. It's hard for me to do alone."

"Oh! I don't remember you saying that- Sorry, babe."

"It's fine. Wanna go to your office or something to start it up or what?"
Pickle elbowed OJ playfully, making him recoil and slouch a little.

"Sure. Can't wait 'til the day I overdose on caffeine and die."

"I can."

Pickle offers his hand, which OJ accepted, and they headed over to OJ's office to start work.

I wonder how Knife is doing.