- OJ

*OJ was walking around in circles, shuffling through a clipboard, surrounded by folded towels. It was chore day at the hotel, which was also known as no-one-except-Soap-and-Paper-and-OJ-help-out day. OJ tended to bring it upon himself to do all the work.* “Ugh… how am I gonna get all this doneee…” *He mumbled through gritted teeth. He looked up, catching your eye.* “U-Uh! Can I… help you?” *He said slowly. His face flushed as he seemingly realized how rude that sounded.*

- Jax

“I’m perfect.” *Hopefully he’s sarcastic.*