Secret Santa rp: Stallion and Queen
Stallion: *looking distinctly tired, his ears drooping* Oh spirits, there's a few more days of this holiday nonsense.
Queen: *walks by slowly, all bundled in warm clothes, a hand resting on her belly* Hi there, Stallion! What's wrong? You look so tired.
Stallion: It's that time of year. *yaaaawn* Gotta deliver everywhere. *pause* ....can you really walk with your passenger like that?
Queen: Oh, true. Good thing the hectic season is almost over! *smiles and rubs her abdomen* I'm fine as long as I'm not on my feet too much. I still need some exercise!
Stallion: *kind of rubs the back of his neck in embarassment and gives her a shiny wrapped package* ....uh, happy secret santa...thing?
Queen: *laughs* I don't know what to call it myself. *smiles and accepts the present* Thank you, Stallion. Do you want me to open it now or do you prefer that I wait until Christmas?
Stallion: It's your present. You can do as you like!
Queen: *smirks* Well then, I hope you don't mind if I open it now. I want to be able to thank you properly for it. *begins to unwrap the shiny paper*
Stallion: I might want you to define what "properly" is. I don't want you to make Hugo jealous. *snickering. Then he claps his hands as she opens her gift, a set of knives. Just because she's gonna be a mom doesn't mean she won't be kickin' someone's ass somewhere! To balance the violence of the gift is an adorable little cap of blue for the unborn passenger*
Queen: *grins as she delicately handles the knives and cap* Now this just exemplifies how I feel perfectly. A violent mom-to-be. Perhaps, when the little one is old enough, he or she might use these as weapons. Thank you, Stallion. *smirks* And Hugo has nothing to worry about, unless he thinks hugs are improper. *embraces Stallion as best she can with her protruding belly in the way*
Stallion: eeep....ooooh! I felt a kick!
Queen: *laughs* You felt it too? This one is a feisty one. Strong too, apparently.
Stallion: Does it hurt when he...er...she...er...your baby does that?
Queen: Not really. There's pressure but not the painful kind. It's like a hiccup in my stomach.
Stallion: That's an unusual way of putting it....ahhhh! I can't stick around any longer. Gotta be on my way! Happy Solstice or Christmas or whatever you humans celebrate.
Queen: *smiles* You too, Stallion! Thanks again! And take it easy as well!
Stallion: *zip!*