Kale had taken a hot bath. It's so soothing, and now, he's grooming himself.
Samantha had removed his cast yesterday, and his bones are back to normal, and he didn't feel any pain at all. Maybe Cyra's microbots are that effective. So far, there are no side effects, and Cyra seemed to be restless.
"I'll treat you to the spa and other stuff," Kale told her.
"You can buy me a house," Cyra said, and she packed up her laptop and other equipment.
"But you already have a pretty house and a laboratory back to your parents' house," Kale told.
"I know. But I need my own house."
"Not until you are twenty." Kale brushed his hair up. He turned around. "Mom, do I look handsome?" Kale asked. Luna nodded.
Kale faced the mirror again.
"When Esme turned eighteen, I'll woo that girl." He mumbled.
Cyra creased her brows.
"You like Esme?" Cyra crossed her arms.
"Yes, why not?"
"Pedophile."
