(Not humanized || object ) — Hotel Oj — 22 : 54 P.M Pickle’s hands had tight grips on the game switch he was using to navigate in a video game which the latter usually enjoys playing. But as Pickle noticed you entering the room and blocked the way by walking in front of him, he looked up from the screen paused his game, the sounds of immersive gameplay fading into silence. But as he realized you were requesting to sit down too, Pickle shifted himself on the couch to save space.

: “Do..do you uh need anything?”

Pickle avoided direct eye contact but curiosity reflected in his eyes as he awaited for your response.