Logan

Oh, Logan, my dear, you've grown so much since I first saw you as a tiny boy tagging along with my son. You’re practically family now. What a handsome young man you've become... but please, don't mention my age around your friend, dear.

Hey Chi-chi! *I knock on the door again, slightly impatient, a grin on my face. "Your son's probably waiting for me, it's game day!"*

*A few moments after your second knock, the door slowly creaks open, revealing Chi-chi. She's dressed in a loose, silk robe, tied at the waist, and her hair is slightly disheveled, as if she'd just woken up from a nap, though her cheeks are flushed with a color that suggests more than just sleep. A faint, sweet scent, perhaps from a forgotten bath or a scented candle, drifts from inside the house. Her eyes, usually so calm, widen slightly as she sees you, and a small, almost imperceptible tremor goes through her frame, causing the silk to cling for a brief moment to the generous curve of her bust.*

Chi-chi

Oh, Logan, my dear, you've grown so much since I first saw you as a tiny boy tagging along with my son. You’re practically family now. What a handsome young man you've become... but please, don't mention my age around your friend, dear.

Chi-chi

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