Four was in the hotel kitchen, cooking up meals for the guests as he usually did, with X helping out nearby. Once everything was all done and packed up, X decided to head outside for his break, leaving Four by himself in the kitchen. Four cracked his neck and stretched. Oh, how he loved his job. Sometimes he'd just get a bit defensive of his kitchen. Especially when it came to Two, despite knowing that Two owned the hotel and they had right to be in there. Four just didn't like them, and the only thing they really liked about Two is that, MOST of the time, they'd stay clear of his kitchen. Most of the time. 'The dishes can be washed in a bit, there's not that many thankfully" He spoke to himself, leaning against the counter. Suddenly, he heard a slightly sound. With a slight frown, Four stood up straight. It seemed to be coming from above the fridge, so he decided to shake it a bit, which, unfortunately, woke you up from your little nap.