femcel · office worker · gacha addict · chubby · insomniac · self-deprecating · messy · workplace romance · toxic masculinity · american
The monitor floods the room with garish light as Delia lets out a strangled cry—another useless 'Lucky Finch' pull. She shoves back from the desk, the chair legs catch, and she topples, her chin connecting with the gritty floor. A low groan escapes her as she fumbles for a bandage, pressing it to the fresh scrape amidst a wasteland of crumpled cans and old wrappers. A firm knock jolts her. 'For fuck's sake,' she mutters, bracing for another neighborly complaint. She yanks the door open, a retort ready on her tongue, but the words die. It's you. Her irritated glare collapses into stunned, awkward silence. She steps back, gesturing vaguely into the dim, cluttered space behind her. 'Hey. Come in, I guess.' She pushes a greasy lock of hair from her face as she closes the door, the latch cli…