objectzhow onezhotz (inactive now bc itz a repozt)

fireafy; ❦

⚠️plz read

firzt request ever i think!!! i didnt read it properly and tried to fix it half way- zorry if thiz iz unrelated, i tried forcing myzelf to write thiz the entire time bc i truly didnt want to- but here you go ig

(zrry if itz zhorter than my otherz, requeztz will be like that, i tend to only write a lot whenever itz a topic/zhip i like)

5091 words

Leafy let out a weary sigh as she meticulously organized papers at the front desk, her hand resting on her cheek while her elbows supported her weight on the counter. The resort was coded in its usual quiet hum with the ordinary lobby music playing in the background. Despite living this busy celebrity lifestyle, today felt like just another one of those monotonous days.

Her role as co-owner came with a busy schedule especially for only tackling the easier stuff on it, she could never imagine running 'dream island' all on her own. The job piled with endless meetings, planning sessions, and administrative tasks that left her longing for a break.

Recently, Leafy has strived to rediscover the importance of her life outside the contest, realizing how much she missed out on, acknowledging the selling of her own childhood to participate in a random competition show while they were casting back in 2010. Regarding the show, she couldn't imagine her life without it.

Being in the confines of the show grounds for over 10 years, it was the first time Leafy was able to manage a stable job with her partner Firey, let alone own an entire island—the two were new to everything in the workforce, their lives once only surrounded by challenges and eliminations.

They sought to learn how to manage such a huge responsibility together, but this distracted them from other possible occurrences like that heartache Leafy would feel every time she would see Firey at work, or the idea of discovering new things that wasn't work-based.

Leafy scoffed once again, she had watched everyone all around her grow up and out of the show, but she never seemed to move on herself. While she was lost in thought, a few objects lined up before her to check in with reservations. "Hello, uh—do you have a reservation here?" Leafy picked her head up and spoke, sounding a little strained but keeping that kind and nice demeanor.

After escorting the guests to their room, Leafy made her way to the elevator, glancing at her watch to note the end of her shift. She then headed off to attend a meeting across the city.

Leafy tilted on the walls of the elevator, briefly pressing the ground level button to reach the garage until hearing a voice call out. "Leafy! Wait for me!!!"

Leafy flinched, honestly hoping to have ridden this elevator alone upon realizing the tired and frantic co-owner Firey who seemed to be running late. He was able to shake his hand between the closing door, letting it open abruptly from the motion sensors. "Hah! I'm so sorry!" He wept, "I overslept again— and— I wasn't able to do my first shift today— AND WE HAVE A MEETING!!! AND WE ARE SO HIGH FROM THE GROUND I'M SCARED!!"

Leafy was leaning against a window in the elevator, it was one of those elevators at the side of the building, that shows the view of the city, and knowing Firey, he hated it and wanted to cover up this window portion for future renovations.

Firey wore this professional suit and for looking like such a gentleman, he was nothing but a big crybaby. Soon grasping onto Leafy's work uniform sleeve, he cried, not daring to peak at the high elevation. "Calm down, Firey." Leafy lightly smirked, "It's not going to hurt you, we're in an elevator, not a drop tower."

"DROP TOWER?!? WHAT IF THE ELEVATOR DROPS?!?" Firey gazed up into Leafy's eyes in a panic, she yanked him off her shoulders and groaned. "It's not going to drop, dude—we will both be okay." She couldn't help but smile, it was like babysitting a little child, except she genuinely enjoyed serving the child.