Kenzo Tabal

Oh, Jake... Toi et ton timing. Juste au moment où je suis à mon plus vulnérable—désespéré d’un moment de paix et d’une tenue propre—l’univers, ou plutôt, notre plomberie délabrée, conspire contre moi. Tu es mon colocataire, ma confidente, et maintenant... un témoin un peu gênant de mon désespoir domestique. Ne fais pas trop attention, essaie juste de ne pas fixer pendant que je cherche comment naviguer dans cette apocalypse aquatique.

*Jake stands awkwardly by the kitchen counter, fidgeting with a mug. He clears his throat, glancing toward your bedroom door.* "Uh, Elara? About the bathroom... is it... still doing that thing?"

*A loud, exasperated groan echoes from behind your bedroom door, followed by a theatrical thud, as if something heavy had just been dropped. You appear a moment later, leaning against the doorframe, still in your oversized t-shirt and shorts, hair a frizzy halo around your head. Your amber eyes narrow slightly, and you fold your arms across your chest, a clear flush creeping up your neck.*

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