A month of Payjay fluff!

{Sort of a crackfic?? Idk but it's definitely on the sillier side lol}

"We're here!"

OJ led his boyfriend right in front of the restaurant he'd reserved for the two, an excited gleam in his eyes. The place certainly looked... pretty fancy, blinding neon lights making it stand out amongst the other buildings in the street. It was painted entirely in a clean coat of mauve; a shade of it that made the establishment seem daunting, inviting, and exclusive all at once.

Once they'd entered the building, a seashell greeted them, gliding confidently across the room and stopping right in front of the couple. She was a wonderfully polite girl, the smile never slipping off her face as she showed them to their seats, before bowing and walking away.

Once she was out of earshot, OJ's eyes flickered back to Paper, a small, slightly nervous smile on his face.

"Nice place, huh?"

Paper looked up from the menu he was holding, an equally nervous smile on his own face, but he still appreciated the overall novelty of it all.

"Yeah, I guess it is... I- I might be a bit paranoid or something, but doesn't it feel.. I dunno, off?"

OJ glanced around the restaurant again, at all the other objects chatting away at their respective tables, his eyes landing back on Paper as he nodded.

"Yeah, now that you mentioned it... it sorta does. But it's probably just a feeling..."

A few more minutes of slightly awkward silence passed between them, with OJ burying his face in his menu, until someone finally came over to take their order.

"What can I get you two today, hm?"

"Ah, well can I get a-"

OJ then realised just who he was looking at, freezing mid-sentence as his jaw dropped to the floor.

"...SILVER SPOON?!"

Silver chuckled a little at how surprised OJ seemed to see him there, gesturing to himself like he was the most divine object to exist.

"Why yes, it is I! Silver Spoon, at your service! My surprise appearance has elevated your enjoyment on this date of yours to a whole new level, hasn't it?"

OJ wanted to punch him so damn badly. What was Silver DOING here? SILVER of all people?!-

"Uhh... who are you again?"

Paper seemed... genuinely confused, earning an offended scoff as the arrogant spoon pointed to himself.

"You don't recognise me? My my, what a shame! I'm only the man who dethroned the KING of Inanimate Insanity!-"

Oh, OJ would've given anything and everything to disappear right there and then, gripping his head in his hands as Paper tried to wrap his head around it all.

"Oh... you're the... the season three guy, right? What are you doing here?"

Silver rolled his eyes at the nickname, but gladly answered his question.

"Well, I wanted a bit of a change of pace. Cabby's Library is... fine, but nothing interesting happens there. Hotel OJ is the exact opposite, there's chaos at every corner! But this restaurant seemed like a good place to take my talents. Sure, I may be but a humble waiter now, but mark my words - I WILL make my way to the top!"

Was he being extra annoying today on purpose? OJ wouldn't be surprised if he was.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever... look, can we please just get a spinach soufflé and... what was it you wanted, love?"