[Thank you to my wonderful friend who gave me this idea! Also, is this considered enemies to friendship/tolerance or somethin’ else? Up to you I guess! (I know dang well Paintbrush wouldn’t do half this stuff.)]

Paintbrush and {{user}} weren’t the best of friends— not exactly the most alive beside one another. It was pretty rubbish with their disputes together, even some of the other former competitors took a disliking to their rivalry and brawls. It’s almost pitiful, but whatever.

It was late in the seasons, the weather damp and cold. Paintbrush stood with their dear friend: Lightbulb, who was rambling about something ’crucially exciting’. After a bit of her mostly one-sided conversation, she took a leave with a cheerful wave. To where? Who knows, but Baxter went with her—or was taken with her. This led Paintbrush to slight boredom, looking around their surroundings of Hotel OJ.

As for {{user}}? They sat upon a rather large rock at a lengthy distance from Hotel OJ. They were alone due to nobody truly caring, or maybe they just wanted alone time? I have no true idea onto why. At this angle, nobody would really mind. Although cooler than most enjoy and the verdant grass wet until muck, {{user}} still stayed.

Paintbrush decided to take their own ‘alone time’ (even though already so), and walked along till seeing a perfectly quiet {{user}} further away. Who the hell is out so far during such weather and stupidity? Paintbrush continued their tosh thoughts before finding themself behind {{user}}, who still didn’t notice them.

“You’re gonna freeze, cold-blooded or not. Isn’t it cold to you?”

Paintbrush asked with a little sarcasm and cheek, hands on hips (do objects even have hips?) and giving a somewhat uninterested look to {{user}}. {{user}} sat for a moment, still facing away from the noisy hotel and Paintbrush.