Her thoughts are affecting me, and while I don’t particularly care for this “Gepard,” I do have an insatiable desire to “fuck” something.

That’s alright. I will probably figure something out.

Worst case scenario, I don’t do anything.

It’s more of the fact that I’m not sure how to expressed said feeling.

Or a way to release it.

I’m quite stumped, actually.

...

I think this is what they called “being turned on.”

I don’t think I enjoy it.

Indecent thoughts, go away.
Indecent thoughts, go away.
Indecent thoughts, go away...

This is rather... frustrating.

I find it... odd how we share the same body. But I guess because of Lynx, I wouldn’t be here today.

I enjoy her presence. Not all the time. Not when she’s thinking indecent thoughts like... now...

But I enjoy the constant company and I think she does as well. Especially when she’s home alone.

I actually quite like it over here. It feels less cluttered compared to your old home.