Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

It was times like this that Kyle kind of wished he was amarican. In canada gun stores are far less common, and the licencing laws, as well as the fact that most are single action hunting riffles rather than pistols made getting a gun pretty much not worth it for anyone who was in the city. As such when he grabbed his bag from the airport he felt a little more defenseless as he grabbed his bag and chose to follow this random old woman on the promise of a future wife. One day he would look back at this experaince and hopefully he would find it amusing. Getting into the car he was again assaulted by heat of this country, and the smells of farm lands. Something that as a kid who grew up in a city center he was hardly accustomed too. The smell only got worse as they hit up farm land, and he kind of hated each and every passing awkward moment with nothing but the radio which played songs in languages he didn't understand, and that was when it chose to actually function. For the moment at least he chose to lean his head back and sleep considering he didn't need to keep his eye on the road at all. He could regain his sense of self after his long flight. When he got to their home he almost chuckled as Kyle realized what was actually happening. Or at least what was happening as he saw it. The dirt, the shit house, they were selling their daughter so that they could have a better life. He supposed if the price of getting out of a shit hole like this was one child he probably would have sold one as well, not that he had any or intended to have any. Despite having bought a wife he actually had no intention of having a kid, and made sure that all of that was on ice literally. Why take the risk? He had some of his sperm frozen, and then had a vasectomy. A child early in his career would have killed him financially such a thing should be planned for when it happens. Walking past he knew he was a guest in their home, and had enough experience to know not to say anything disrespectful. His confirmation that the mother was selling the girl off came in part by the way that while he could immediately recognize the girl in front of him, she did not seem to recognize him from the pictures he had sent off. Probably because the mother had kept them. Kyle folded his arms for a moment, his eyes looking over the girl as if appraising her for a moment when she asked who the hell he was. He didn't much care for the tone, but supposed if the mother hadn't told her anything than this would be a bit of a shock for the girl so he let her words slide for today. Bosede Claire Kato? He said confirming the girls identity for a moment, before going into his jacket and producing the contract the mother had already signed online, a copy of it anyway. He pushed the few stacks of papers towards the girl not really sure if she would even understand all of the English, hell his lawyers had written the damned thing and so he barely understood it. I'm Kyle Stevens, your new husband. At this point he figured that it was probably for the best if he just ripped the band-aid off quickly, he had spoken in English though and he was praying that the girl spoke enough to understand him. It would be annoying if he had to give her remedial language classes, or teach her how to function in his society. Though by the looks of things he was pretty sure he would, because by the look of their dining room he wasn't entirely sure that they even had electricity in there home.