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It was the early hours of the morning as the golden objects alarm wakes him up, funnily enough it also wake up everything within three rooms of him. The alarm was played way longer than needed but trophy smirked to himself and saw it as ‘revenge’ on tissues sleep/awake sneezing on him.
After the latter in the room let out a groan from being taken away from the rare peaceful moments of his life, trophy turned off the alarm and reached out his hand to grab a jar from his side table. He picks it up and hovers it over his face, realising he ate the rest of his beloved snacks; cocoa nibs. He let out an annoyed groan, throwing the plastic container near his pile of old sodas.
“Tissues go grab me some food”
*the golden object tries to demand of the other tissues goes to defend himself but sneezed at least five times before he could get his sentence out*
“No, i’m sick of you trying to push me around-“ tissue sneezes once more, taking some pills from his nightstand to ease his allergies.
trophy lets out a scoff, throwing one of the cans at tissues “you’re whole personality is being sick, no surprise there”
The self claimed athlete rose from his bed with his iconic scoff, glaring at the ill one. “Whatever, i need to leave this room so i’ll avoid getting your disease”
He marches towards the door, once he left he slammed it shut and making his way towards the stairs that lead to the kitchen. This time he loosely held onto the railing as he flew down the stairs, falling over yet again.
The way he fell forced him to eat a handful of carpet, his body making metal scraping noises as he fell. Holding onto the railing did nothing, because he’s a pussy and let go of it. Defeating the entire purpose if the railing to begin with.
Trophy quickly got himself up and dusted himself off, huffing but glad no one saw it. He made his way to the communal kitchen with his knees still slightly grazed due to the impact. He entered the walk in cupboard and looked around, looking for his cocoa nibs.
Empty. The spot was dusty and cocoa nib-less. It’s a horrid sight for the one who wanted these, he let out a groan being extremely frustrated with all the effort for nothing. He lets out a sigh and tries to make himself by getting a banana, but it squishes in his hand from the lightest touch and freaks him out. It’s okay, he still has his herbal tea, right?
The golden object trudges back to his room, slamming open the door. Tissues looks annoyed yet again but he doesn’t care, he looks over where he keeps his tea and trophy finds it covered in the others snot. Now being in pure shock how nothing is going his way, he leaves the room again, putting more force on it as he shuts it. Just to add onto his misfortune, the door didn’t even close trophy stood there looking at the door with the small crack. Tissues looking at him from the other side, trophy closes the door more calmly before punching the wall.
He sucks the air through his teeth while shaking his fist, OJ installed better walls because this guy had too much of a habit of putting holes in them. He storms off, going down the stairs again but not for once falling down them, literally being the only good thing about his day so far.
He walks to out to the back of the hotel and lay himself down on the ground, doing the one and only thing he can’t do wrong. Tanning.
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Within the first half an hour he fell asleep, and woke up when the sun was setting. He looks down at himself, the front being obliviously more darker then his back. He slaps his face in frustration, immediately regretting it as he realises the sun has burnt him. Can gold even get burnt? Now it does. He removes his hands from his face, looking into the sunset. After the day he’s had, he wishes he could see mephoneX right about now.