ICly private in a paper journal.
Amara came by. I was wrong. I didn't take advantage of her. We talked. She thought I was with her that night because I would enjoy the 'event'. Things are cleared up now. I think I'm turning into a wuss. If anyone finds out about us, we'll both be comprimised. Weaknesses like this are exploitable. She knows this and so do I. There's just something about her. I can't help myself when she's around. She stayed last night, I asked her to. Nothing happened. We just talked and slept. Waking up with her felt amazing. I'm losing my edge. Nobody can find out about this. I need more practice with the rifle, I haven't shot it in a while. Training mission coming up, I need to be on point. I hope the Leprechaun doesn't try to play bug zapper with me. I should probably talk to Toxin about aquiring a new rifle. Something long distance, with a magazine. Perhaps one of those british numbers, like the L115A1. Heavier round, less deflection, 1300m range. Not a shabby rifle and not too hard to come by. I'll have to talk to her soon so I can get some practice in and get it set up right. There, now I feel better because I'm not rattling on and on about Amara. Jesus TF Christ, Syphon, you're becoming a total wuss.
OOC: Log is at xmm_amara.
OOC: Log is at xmm_amara.