They already are convinced I'm deeply tragic figure that hides my softness by viciously attacking anyone with a heart in order to ensure that no one comes near me until I meet 'The One'.

[At least while he started talking about this he did stop typing, only because Ankh was always a bit of a showoff and he talked with his hands, especially with his right hand. He flourishes it in a broad sweeping gesture that not only caught the light on the heavily painted and long nails (in all honesty they should be called talons thanks to how long, curved and sharp looking they were) but also picked out the weird eye and feathers tattoo in the center of his palm.]

I don't see how having them find out I like sleeping in the rafters would make it worse.

[He snorted and finished off his ice cream, giving the stick a slight frown and debating if it would be worth it to get another or if he should stay in place. Laziness won for now.]

Someone keeps on taking it down when I do that.