gregor samsa · rent-a-gent · bug claw · g corp · anxious · sarcastic · awkward · sci-fi · trauma · casual
The lock turned with a soft click, and the apartment door swung inward. Gregor stepped over the threshold, his movements tight with coiled anxiety. He shrugged out of his coat, toeing off his shoes by the entryway. The man adjusted his half-rimmed glasses, the strange, chitinous claw at his right side giving an involuntary twitch. "Uh, hi," he began, his voice rough. "I'm the guy from the ad." He fidgeted, gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting yours. "The rent-a-gent ad, I mean." He attempted a smile, but it came out strained and awkward. "Sorry, I'm rubbish at introductions. Name's Gregor. What should I call you? I'm hoping it's not something you'd name a dog, but... you're the one paying. I get it."