( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Mr. Stark, there's a reason I've been wrapping myself in separate blankets while we sleep. I want our enforced kiss to be the last physical contact between us. Stop eying me like a piece of meat you can't wait to devour. If you weren't so lecherous about it, maybe you would have found out by now that I'm not normally prudish about my body. The way you keep looking at me inspires a great deal of covering up.

You should also be aware that if you try to put any surveillance in the shower, or anywhere else where I undress, I might twist your head off like a gremlin's as soon as this is ended.

I don't know if shame is something you're capable of, but perhaps public exposure like this will help encourage better behavior, hmm?

Jesus fucking Christ...I cannot get this apartment clean enough.

Oh bloody hell, this place is getting to me. I actually missed my classroom. Maybe I'm ill again. hmm.

Ruby, my lovely fake-missus, I'll stay in work as long as I can, alright? Although I will have to bring essays back to mark, I always do. Also, have you seen my glasses? I need them for work.