Claidheamh: Yes it has! Now, time to see where this leads to haha
The Immortal Doctor Reid: I have not yet decided, to be honest. I suppose now is as good a time as any to ask, if everyone wants to see the various monster girls interact?
okami's eyes: Yes, they are short, but I'm trying to keep it that way. I have the tendency to write too much, or too little, so I'm trying to keep it even now haha
And as always, please review, everyone!
It was decided that Miia would await renovations before bathing, seeming as with the current size of the bathroom, it would be rather cramped and uncomfortable. Which was not what he desired for the her. He wanted her to feel at home and at ease.
Instead, he had turned up the thermostat for the whole house, conversing idly until it was suitably warm. They were both speaking animatedly, the genial atmosphere lending to Kimihito's wonderful impression of the lamia. Miia was really pleasant to be around, and he was confident that she seemed to enjoy his company as well.
He suggested that he show her around the house, and help her move into her room, though he exclaimed that perhaps the house may look different tomorrow, and even he, Kimihito suspected, would have troubles identifying his own house. He entertained the thought before chatting with Miia once more, moving the few boxes she owned to the second landing.
Kimihito told her of his parents, how they were working abroad, and his interests in the arts, as well as occasional athletic pursuits. She spoke of her country - which was fascinating - and of her village - even her mother - albeit briefly. Miia added she was unaware of who her father was, though her cheeks were dusted a cherry-blossom hue at this, so he did not press.
Eventually, after a simple tour of the house, he left her to her devices, so as to unpack for her room, while he read into the books Ms. Smith had lent him, pouring over such things as their traits and diet for the time being. Kimihito found his thoughts to be drifting, even to the idea of how exactly a lamia relieved themselves, and a furious blush painted his cheeks. He forcefully shook his head to aid in physically clearing his thoughts. He was a healthy male after all! Miia really was beautiful. And, it was said that lamias were a passionate species. He pinched his own cheeks, berating himself as he set the book down, trudging into the kitchen, and peering into the fridge, musing over the contents of their dinner.
It seemed eggs and various other meat-filled dishes would soon dominate his meals, seeming as she was carnivorous. Not that he minded, really.
Removing the carton of eggs from the fridge, beginning the preparations for dinner, he decided to go grocery shopping with Miia tomorrow.