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

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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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"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 bathroom she got a glass of water from the tap and dampened an end of a towel for the other girl to clean herself up with once she had finished retching. Wincingly she came back into the main room. "I swear to God I did not know it would have this effect." She offered first, waiting for the inevitable screaming.

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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!?!"

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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.

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"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?"