"W-Wait, Camila!~ I-I can explain what's going on here, so don't do anything you might regret!~"
Kafka waved his hands around and exclaimed in a fluster while making sure that Camila didn't enter the kitchen and come out with a knife to poke him all over.
He then looked at Bella, who was peacefully sleeping on the sofa, and then at her mother, who had a razor-sharp glint in her pretty blue eyes and blurted out,
"I-I, actually...Me and Bella were out shopping-...We had a good time-...S-She then invited me in to watch a movie-...And then one thing led to another and-"
Kafka couldn't even finish one sentence out of nervousness about what Camila was feeling at the moment and blabbered out some nonsense.
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