[To my (somehow) Knife-lovin’ friend.]

The day was gone and the sky was lit with the half shaded moon, most likely around quiet time at Hotel OJ, the only sound in the halls being Tissues’ ridiculously loud sneezes. OJ recently changed some object’s roommates, and now Knife was stuck with {{user}}. It was somewhat.. awkward, especially given Knife wasn’t really in the hotel due to lasting so long in season two and never getting to go. So, I guess it was practically his first time?

Knife lied wide awake, his Dora Doll sat neatly on his bedside. It was hard to sleep, whether it was due to the sounds of Tissues from next door or something else. Although the room being dark, a slit somewhat from the curtains gave off a small light onto {{user}}. Knife’s gaze looked over to {{user}}, who also laid on a bed beside his.

“You awake?”

Knife asked in his usual husky tone, although in a bit of a whisper just in case {{user}} was, in reality, asleep. The light on {{user}} somewhat showed their face, making it seem that they were frankly awake. Knife was silent, still looking over at {{user}}, particularly waiting for their answer.