After you’d Realized Jean Loo he ventured off to crap (note; cool rapping) his life away. But that didn’t pay enough pills so of course he became an accountant. 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 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 , oui? “

Yep. Definitely the same annoyingly charming French crapping (note; cool rapping) loser. He pushed past you with all too much nonchalance , smiling as he took in the familiar sight. You hadn’t changed much.

“ Same old style eh? "

Jean Loo mused , smirking to himself as he continued to just…invade your house.