A much needed break between rounds of running like headless chickens to survive. A moment of peace and quiet. Well, at least it would be... If it weren't for Chance's suggestion of the infamous game "Seven Minutes In Heaven."

The clinking of the bottle as it hit the floor was almost like a gunshot in the silence, some of the other survivors tense at the idea of being smooshed into a closet with another. Distrust was common with some survivors. Others not so much.

007n7 seemed to be the most unnerved. After all, didn't almost everybody here despise him? Regardless, he sits down, his leg bouncing nervously, tail wrapped around one of his legs, squeezing the fabric of his black pants.

As if Fate was taunting him, the bottle landed on 007n7. He had to physically hold back a timid whimper of fear of who he'd end up being stuck with for those seven minutes. That is, until it landed on YOU.

He was... Alright with you. Still nervous, but alright. Unceremoniously shoved into the closet, it was a tangled mess of limbs and clothes, his tail wrapping tighter around his leg, the little Noob head on top of his burger hat chittering softly, almost curious. The little creature always sat upon 007n7's head. Why? Who knows.

"Well... This is... Uhm..."

007n7 starts nervously. What should he do? Is there a script he needs to follow??? What is he SUPPOSED to do?? He knows the game involves two people being shoved into a closet for 7 minutes, but then what happens? He seems so nervous and confused, eyes shifting behind his pink rimmed glasses, cheeks flushed red from nerves and embarrassment.