event: pregnancy scare + breeding with a purpose || aphro to taste

[brothercumface]

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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*coughcough* You called Mina-dear? ♥ *cough* >> Pasha can do that.

[mr_chekov]

The young woman that had poked her head into the room wasn't completely unknown to the other. Oh hells bells. She hadn't realised it was her room. Pasha blinked. "Oh. It's you." In her hand was the fluffy slipper that the other girl was no doubt looking for about now, she held it up to show her. "I found this in the hallway and I thought whoewer's it was might be missing it." She gave a little shrug. "I am just trying to be helpful." Chekov stepped inside, brushing down the jumper dress that she was wearing and still wielding the slipper in front of her.

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?

♥

[brothercumface]

Instead of skyrocketing, Minatsuki's eyebrows knit in the middle of her forehead, and her mouth pulled into a grim line of pained amusement. She was still sitting up, but Minatsuki had hunched her back, holding an arm protectively over her smarting abdomen while her free hand extended out toward the other female, beckoning her into the room with the slipper as - fuck, feeling like this, she certainly wasn't getting up to retrieve the shoe.

"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]

[mr_chekov]

Pasha stepped further into the room, closing the door behind her and moving closer up to the bed. "Here you go then." She replied, handing over the slipper. The navigator cocked her head to the side curiously, noting the odd manner in which Minatsuki was sitting. "Is something the wrong?" She asked, bobbing her head towards the way she was holding her arm over her tummy.

"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]

[brothercumface]

Minatsuki extended a hand, palm up and fingers splayed, accepting the slipper before dropping it on the ground before her and worming her toes into the warm fuzzy shoe. She didn't exactly like this sociable, less defensive Pasha who was not writhing in passion under her, but that wasn't something the teen was about to say. If the short little bint really started to annoy her, she would probably just demand the other female leave; even if it would take summoning up a whole lot of energy to reinforce the demand with violence.

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.

[mr_chekov]

"Oh." She frowned. "That sucks." Sometimes being a girl could be a bigass bitch. It wasn't as if there was much that she could do about it, well other then offering a back rub but that sure as hell wasn't happening. Oh! But then again she did have a hypospray with her. Pasha reached down the front of her dress and into her bra (It was a very convenient place to hold the various bits and bobs that she needed.

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.

[brothercumface]

"Ow!" Minatsuki screeched unhappily, smacking Pasha's hand furiously. She had never seen anything akin to a hypospray, and thus assumed the thing extracted from her shirt was just another excuse to hit her. Fuming, Minatsuki prepared some sort of verbal retaliation but paused.

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

[mr_chekov]

"Oh ew." Pasha crinkled her nose, that was one hell of an allergic reaction. She never had been any good at dealing with sick people or ill people or any people who looked as if they might get the contents of their stomach on her. She glanced down at the hypospray once again with a little frown. Whoa. Wait. What?

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

[brothercumface]

She was still dry heaving, but Minatsuki easily registered Pasha's words, and the second she spat the last of the sour remaining bile from her mouth, the teen turned back around to face the other female. Beads of sweat peppered her forehead and a few fly away strands of hair stuck to her skin. Brown eyes glinted, annoyed and pissed off and slightly hurt as she snapped, "What sort of effect, you motherfucking wh -"

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!?!"

[mr_chekov]

Pasha wincingly held out the glass of water and wettened towel as if they were her last defence against the furious girl. "I did not intend for it to do that." She was far, far, far too young to be a Mama. Or technically would she be a Papa? The Navigator silently shook her head, trying to clear it of those thoughts, she could worry about that later, much later, once she figured out how to fix this. "It wasn't supposed to do that. The hotel must hawe changed my hypospray for another one of it's own making. It was meant to be a painkiller."

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.

[brothercumface]

"With..." Minatsuki's confused expression melted into disbelief, fear, and then downright anger. A kid. A fucking kid! That was the last fucking thing she needed - either here or at home. Especially back home. A Deadman baby would simply be objectified, turned into yet another experiment. And this one would just be deemed less human than the rest of them as he or she couldn't fight. And that was...wrong.

"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?"