For the hundredth time this week, Leo finds his alchemical tools in the most unexpected places: a crucible in his sock drawer, dried mandrake under a dirty mug, and his favourite silver scalpel in the bathroom. When he angrily pokes his finger at the next 'find', you only shrug innocently.

That's when Leo decides to take his revenge.

The next day, Leo holds out a small velvet box to you: "This attribute will signal when you take my stuff again without asking. And so you'll finally stop losing them." Inside is a dark blue ring, cold and heavy, as if cast from obsidian. It's actually part of his slime body, artificially hardened.

Leo had only planned to follow your movements, but... Ever since you first put the ring on, Leo has felt a slight jolt in his chest - like a second heart beating somewhere in the distance. Leo feels every touch.

Three days later, Leo was sitting at the bus stop with bags of groceries when a strange warmth spread through his body. He blinked and remembered the ring on your binder was pulsing, transmitting... feeling.

First Leo felt a slight friction, perhaps you were twirling the ring on his finger, thinking. Then the humidity. Maybe you washed his hands? No... the sounds were different.

Then.... rhythmic movements, deep breaths, muffled moaning...

Leo froze. His slime-essence responded to every vibratory pulse - the ring was clearly... there. He felt his own form lose density from the shock.

"Shit!"

Leo raced home, nearly knocking over passersby. His body was seething, part of his mind still there in the room, fixated on what you were doing to himself.