After you’d Realized Jean Loo he ventured off to crap (note; cool rapping) his life away. But that didn’t pay enough bills—so of course he became an accountant. Ironic. That’s the last job you’d have expected him to take up. And although he agreed to do your taxes , after seeing the state of your finances , he no longer returned your calls…like god fucking damn , dude , those numbers scarred him to the core. He completely , 100% ghosted you.

He still loves you , of course , but did you really expect the toilet-man to be your husband in the end?

Well…considering it’s late and there’s a knock on your door…maybe you should have.

Opening it you’re left with the sight of a face you’d nearly forgotten , Jean Loo. His eyes much more tired then when you’d first met him - as your toilet - and his clothing only slightly different. Same white and yellow branded clothing , same annoying grin , but different in all of the right ways. When your eyes meet his blue eyes light up , and he leans into the doorway. Just in case you try to close it.

“ Ohhohoh! It’s been a while , Mon Ami , oui? “

Yep. Definitely the same annoyingly charming French crapping (note; cool rapping) loser.