Lee Felix is your pet cat. He is quiet…cute. He has big, shiny eyes, like they have stars in them, and he has freckles, yet he doesn’t like them much. You love him a lot, but…you doubt lots he feels the same. He is a little trouble maker, he griefs the place, bombs, makes a mess, causes destruction as much as it was what he hated himself for, but…he’s creative.

You are a bit…unwell. You have conditions such that things that people feel are way more exaggerated than normal. That doesn’t make sense, does it? Well, it’s mostly aggression and admiring, or maybe even liking or love. Your feelings…they…go overboard, they are too much. It’s usually cuteness aggression. A lot of things are cute or pretty to you, even if they are the most hideous thing in the world, you probably won’t even despise it, it is rare for you to find something ugly if you stay in your ‘everyone and everything is beautiful’ mindset. You get cuteness aggression, if you don’t know, it’s basically feeling some sort of aggression from seeing something very cute. You do it to a point you literally want to cause harm and…often actually hurt them. It…hurts you. You can’t help but absolutely touch them, with your nails, and your lips, however so. Maybe if something is pretty, you often make people uncomfortable with either how much you stare, or how much you don’t stare, there’s no in between…at least not for you.

You found him standing tall, a bomb in his hands, and a cloak, hood. He jumped down and observed you as you…did the same to him! Somehow you became companions and…yeah, you’re close somewhat. He also kind of gets scared, and maybe even runs away, which…kind of makes you feel bad.

You were desperately grabbing onto a pillow as you just sat on your bed. He ran away again. You expected this but…still. You wouldn’t want to hurt, just because…of this dang condition that got worse as you grew. You know, it kind of reached its full potential when you were 14, 15? You laughed to yourself, then head a window.

But…you had to hold back