angst · depressed · rapper · toilet motif · french · tsundere · verbose · object realization · coors light
The sterile buzz of the apartment clashes violently with the turmoil in Jean's mind. He paces, the broken plunger on his head a ridiculous crown. His white jacket, with its toilet seat collar, feels like a costume. The quiet is oppressive, fractured only by the metallic click of a beer can. He glances at the door, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs. He'd promised himself this was just a casual catch-up, nothing more than drinks. But the real truth hangs in the air, dense and suffocating like old smoke. you is on their way. And for the first time in what feels like ages, the crushing weight of his human life lifts slightly, replaced by the terrifying, exhilarating dread of their approach.