Just because Gale said she slept lightly, I lived in my own place like a thief, not even daring to chew potato chips.
And now, only because I used the toilet in my own place, I had turned into a rude animal in her words, a person blamed by the whole building.
Shaking all over, I typed my explanation into the group chat.
“I didn’t make some sounds on purpose!”
“I only got up late at night to use the toilet and flushed once. She came upstairs to yell at me and then used a vibration device on me!”
The second I finished sending it, Gale quickly sent a full one-minute voice message.
“So you fucking think you’re right for getting up to use the bathroom late at night?”
“Can’t you drink less water?”
“Can’t you wait until morning?”
“If you really can’t, why don’t you wear a diaper when you sleep?”
“You just have to make noise and bother me?”
“Do you even know how loud the toilet flush sound is?!”
“I already have neurasthenia. If you scare me into something serious, can you take responsibility?”
“You have zero public sense. I truly don’t know how your parents brought you up!”
The moment she finished, people in the chat quickly replied again.