She was resting on her stomach, arms splayed across to silken bedsheets with a complete air of laziness. Idly, Minatsuki dragged her nails across the light sheets, creating slight marking patterns along the bedspread which she then proceeded to erase with a swipe of her palm. God, she was bored, and in all honesty her stomach had been acting up for
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Pasha noted how odd it was that the other girl was acting calm and normal rather then angry and frankly a bit scary as she had been last time. 'Perhaps', she thought to herself, 'last time I just caught her on a bad day. Everybody has bad days, right?' Slightly awkwardly she waved the slipper, holding it out to the Deadman on the bed. "Is it yours by chance?"
[OOC: Far Far Far too much hilarity to be had from this to pass it up >.> Unexpectedbabydaddy!Pasha ftw? How about option C? ( ... )
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"Yeah," she huffed, a majority of the animosity and almoner evil contempt that had surrounded her when they had first met vanishing to be replaced by anger with the slightest hint of confusion and pain. "It's mine."
[ooc: ehehe! these two make for horrid and entertaining parents don't you agree~? I like your creativity - pregger spray~! x3]
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"Do you hawe stomach troubles?" She was trying to be nice and sociable for a change.
[ooc: That child would be a literal evil genius xD Or at least extremely messed up]
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For now, however, she simply winced. Unwilling to admit her pain aloud, the brunette simply closed her eyes, turning her head away from her companion, and slowly nodded.
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Pasha drew a metal cylinder from the confines of her clothing, messing about with it for a moment, clicking it onto a degree of different settings and "Ah-ha!" That was the one. Ibuprofen. "Stay still a moment." She hummed before promptly whacking Mina in the thigh with the spray. The distinctive click and hiss was heard. "There you go! That should be much better in a couple of seconds." Pasha gave a friendly smile.
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Hey...she felt better. The brunette straighten her back, stretching her shoulders after spending so long hunched over and clutching her stomach. A grin - well, more of a smirk - spread across her face, and Minatsuki laughed, brushing her hair from her hair absently and blinking at the other female.
"I hope you don't expect me to say thank y-" She cut herself off, a high pitched squeal and a sudden secondary bout of nausea hitting her harder than the first. Quickly, and insult aside, the Deadman bent over, snatched the condom and tissue filled waste basket under the bedside table and vomited, horrible retching sounds being the only thing that escaped her mouth for a good seconds. And while Mina didn't personally notice, her stomach was growing, almost like a
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Where she had thought her hypo had said 'Ibuprofen' it actually said 'Insemination'. "Uh-oh." The little navigator muttered underneath her breath. That could not be good what so ever. Insemination...what did that mean again? Pasha had slept through most of her biology classes at the academy, still managing to scrape a very good grade despite the odds and thanks to coffee and late night study partners who were incredibly patient and incredibly good at pealing her off the walls when she was hyperactive.
Her eyes widened almost comically when she spotted the swelling of Minatsuki's stomach and the girl felt a little light headed. Oh hell. That was what it meant. She was far too young to be a Mama. Rushing through to the ( ... )
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But she stopped in her verbal assault, color draining as a hand felt to console her pained stomach and...oh fuck. Oh fucking fuck fuck! Wild eyes flew from her "deformed" abdomen to Pasha's face, fury and disbelief causing the Deadman to stammer, "W - what the fuck did you DO!?!"
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She stared at Minatsuki's stomach with morbid fascination. "I think you are..." And it was times like this that she hated that her tenuous understanding of English so often failed her. "...with child." Pasha herself had paled several shades whiter the usual.
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"You're fucking kidding me! YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Rage practically oozing from every pore if her body, the previously thin teenager swiped out, knocking the glass from Pasha's grasp. The cup shattered on the carpeted floor. "YOU - YOU MUST BE A FUCKING MORON TO FUCK UP THAT BAD! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE?"
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