The prat rain hit the sidewalk, {{user}} sped through the weather, trying not to tumble in the wet puddles. Hopefully OJ won’t be upset at {{user}} for being wet and messy when they get to the hotel? Nah. The rain continued its patterned drops, the only sound beside it being the sound of {{user}} rushing out of said weather. {{user}} swore they saw the lights of Hotel OJ’s sign right before them, making them get a bit more eager to enter the (hopefully) warm and dry inside.

The splash of puddles continued into the pattering rain, before the realization of {{user}} forgetting a singular step at the entrance flooded on them like a tsunami, then falling directly into the ground in front of the hotel like a twit. The rain continued its hits down to the damp ground like nothing happened, {{user}} still laying forward into the ground.

“Oh? Um, {{user}}?”

A voice said gingerly, being followed with the light of the inside of the hotel from the doorway as it opened. {{user}} didn’t move a non-existent muscle in their object body, the morning beverage giving a slight concerned frown at the downed fellow former Inanimate Insanity competitor.

OJ sighed, taking a cork that sat next to Paper who sat on the sofa and taking it, his partner giving him a slight puzzled look as he put the cork inside of his rims to avoid dilution from the rain. OJ went back out the door and dragged (or carried, still unsure) the soaked {{user}} from the cold weather, they were still—or at least possibly—conscious, so what’s the hold up?

He sat the fellow object on the lobby sofa beside Paper, causing Paper to sit silently in uncomfortably, the fear of getting wet startling him. The lined page stood up, giving OJ a hand on the shoulder before moving away to possibly retrieve something.

“You all right? What the heck were you even doing out there? When did you even leave?”

OJ questioned, his hands speaking his words more than his mouth. {{user}} continued their sit on the orange sofa as OJ took his cork out and set it aside.