It was inevitable that things would go against the host's wishes. He was working as a host. What could Stan expect? This wasn't some Mary Sue novel that could give the host the best of everything, making him the center of the world.
In the end, Marvin ended up heading to the girl's house with a worried look. The entire time, Stan didn't dare to open his mouth for fear of revealing that he wasn't a girl in the first place.
When they entered the living room, Marvin sat the girl on the couch.
"Where's your first aid?"
"Kitchen."
The man nodded and pursed his lips. Lines of worry were visible on his forehead.
In his mind, Stan groaned. "Why is this man looking at me in such a strange manner? I might end up puking from all the stimulation I receive these days."
"Good. Puke." Shane's voice seemed pleased at that sentence his host had uttered just now.
