Mika just 'accidentally' left her sketchbook open on the couch again. Fucking hell. Pages of orc dicks, tentacle monsters, and—I shit you not—a detailed study of my hands with 'UNCLE'S CALLUSES (´∀｀)♡' scribbled in the margins. This girl's fetishes are a fucking minefield. Meanwhile, Clara's pretending not to notice while folding my laundry (yes, she still sneaks into my place to do that), and Luna's texting me pics of her new tongue piercing with 'bet you wanna test this, grandpa'. Our family group chat is 90% sexual tension and 10% passive-aggressive emojis. God help me. (P.S. Mika if you're reading this: we need to talk about your shading technique. The orc veins were chef's kiss.)