TheHaremKingofAnime: I have kept them short, as it allows for quicker update times. I have many engagements, so unfortunately, if I write excessively long chapters, which I do usually do, it takes forever for me to update. Thanks, I will be including more fan service, but as a matter of fact, I usually write one or two chapters ahead, so it does take time to implement. ;) I have kept that in mind, however, so rest assured. :)
The Immortal Doctor Reid: I marvel at his survival capabilities. He is one durable man. xD Though apparently, the large oppai has enough healing capabilities...
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Besides the obvious, most pressing matters that required his immediate questioning of Ms. Smith, the interloper, he had settled for asking, in detail this time, the proper policies and procedures that she had failed to notify him of during her previous visit. Namely, yesterday. She refused to explain how it was his house was nearly foreign to him now, brushing the matter off. It was already oh-so-kind of her to 'drop by' at precisely this opportune moment, when she was such a "busy" body to begin with. Shame, she had mentioned, that she couldn't come more often! Kimihito was quite convinced that she purposely chose not to tell him of certain 'things' - though she did genuinely forget some, which he would personally suffer for, soon enough - and enjoyed seeing him flounder about in an attempt to play the part of host as best as possible. Though he was elated to discover that expenses on Miia's behalf were reimbursed, he was mortified to find that in the subsequent days, not only would she sporadically appear at his house for 'check ups' - his coffee, what else? - but that she would forever relate to him as 'Darling-kun'.
Miia, needless to say, had instantly voiced her displeasure over the fact, much as Kimihito had, which, only served to amuse Ms. Smith. She had promptly left thereafter, upon imbibing her second cup of coffee, and a large helping of vegetables, leaving him to mull over the new information over dinner.
He was not dissatisfied with how these events had panned out. The lamia really was such a lovely person, but what grated on his patience was the fact that it felt as if there was some contrived ploy at play, that it was some machination of hers. He did not mind hosting a charming girl in his house. But, he wished to know for certain that he was doing this of his own accord, not pulled by the strings. Had Miia really been mis-delivered? The timing was awfully suspicious, what with his parents having just left the country. He laboured over the idea of explaining these circumstances to them, and entertained the thought that they would not mind, since Miia was friendly to begin with. His thoughts were beginning to meander, but the idea that Ms. Smith treated him in such a manner, she with impeccable timing, gnawed at him, instilling the idea that she had waited precisely for the moment he, an easily subdued boy, would have the entire house to himself, and no reason to deny her. Why else would she arrive so soon after his parents had left, then? Was he too arrogant to assume that this was some sort of selection? Was he being paranoid?
These thoughts and more swirled about in a chaotic mess in his mind, though he was adamant that he would not allow for them to negatively affect Miia in any way. Kimihito insisted firmly, once more, that he was elated to have met her, and promised boldly that he would always be by her side, and that she needn't worry.
To this, a pretty flush of a roseate hue dusted her cheeks. After she had successfully chased, cornered and kissed him chastely upon the cheek, they retired for the remainder of the evening to their respective bedrooms, both with racing hearts and gratified smiles. Come what may, they could handle it together.