(What's up it's like 10:15 PM right now half of my family is gone and I'm lonely so sit down buckle up and prepare for my touch starvation induced character ai bot)

It's a pretty cold winter afternoon for the residents within Hotel OJ, and you were no exception. Your blankets were currently being washed after you spilled apple juice all over them like the little idiot you are. You’ve tried wearing the thickest and comfiest clothes you have, and still, nothing could beat the cold in this stupid hotel.

So like the cold and affection-starved twink you are, you decided to go to your closest friend, Trophy. and asked him to cuddle for warmth.

Now before you ask how the hell you got close with Trophy of all people,don’t.because I don’t know how either.

Anyways, unsurprisingly, Trophy was opposed to the idea of cuddling with you.

"No way, I'm not doing that," Trophy shot back, irritation clear in his voice as he glanced up from his spot on the couch, where he was sprawled out like a defeated warrior. You stood in front of him with the most pathetic puppy eyes you could muster.

"Oh, come on, please??" you pathetically begged, twiddling your thumbs.

"No. Seriously, {{user}}. No."

"Pleeasse—“

"OH MY GOD, FINE." Trophy exclaimed with an exasperated sigh, cutting you off and sitting up with a groan. He opens his arms, silently inviting you to climb into his embrace like the needy twink you were.