OJ yawned, gazing up at the ceiling above. His imagination with his own feeling ceiling felt really boring, but he was never bothered by this- he just wanted to make up his own starstruck world. He was perfectly happy by doing this.
"I wish it was more...definite." He said faintly. The beverage took out his phone and began scrolling through his messages, and of course- unsurprisingly, there were 99+ from Salt.
OJ gave it a dirty look and closed his phone- then continued staring at the ceiling reaching his hand to the highest point. He'd always be curious on what clouds felt like, he wanted to touch one himself.
The ceiling was a close one.
Then he was pulled out of his mind when a friend of his, slightly shorter than him, opened the door without a warning. "Sorry! did I interrupt you?" Paper said, with a frown. "I was thinking of money." OJ said jokingly.
"Alright then..."
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