In which Balloon, Nickel, and Baseball find love, in one way or another. - "Excuse me?" Nickel bit out, his legs pausing from kicking back and forth from the chair he sat on. "You're rooming me with who?" "Balloon, Nickel." OJ says, narrowing her eyes. "It might be a good bonding exercise for the both of you." After all, Lord knows you need it, goes unspoken between the both of them. "Bonding!?" He exclaimed, exasperated. (Crossposted on Ao3. Please consider supporting me! Any/all comments are appreciated.)