Aaah, it's been so long since I updated this! Sorry for the long wait. Anyway, since I've left this to collect dust for so long, this addition is twice as long as usual! Hurrah! Is that rejoicing I hear? ...Oh, that's just crickets chirping. My bad.
The chimeras that worked for Kimblee were large and bulky, unnaturally so, which left Miles with an almost uncontrollable urge to stare at them, as if he could somehow figure them out that way.
Of course, that didn't go unnoticed.
"Interesting creatures, aren't they?" Kimblee said one time, almost out of the blue. "You're trying to understand them."
It was a bit unnerving, when Kimblee could practically read his thoughts, though of course Miles wouldn't let that show. "Who wouldn't?"
"We could make you like that too, you know. I've always wanted a pet mole."
"Why the hell would I want to... a mole? Why a mole?"
"...Isn't it obvious? Haven't you looked in a mirror? Can you even look in a mirror, with those... mole glasses?"
Miles cocked an eyebrow. "Are you even listening to yourself?"
"Besides, we can hardly fuse you with a pineapple."
"Please don't tell me you're actually bringing that up again."
"Hm, You really can't see yourself in a mirror, can you? Oh well, you're the one who's missing out on a fine opportunity."
"...What the hell kind of pet is a mole, anyway?"