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[lastnightswish]

[A muggy, humid dusk has fallen over this courtyard; it's the kind of humidity that makes the clothes stick to your skin and your hair cling to your neck. It won't last much longer, though: there are storm clouds in the sky, gathering for a nighttime downpour, and thunder rolling in the distance. It's only a matter of time until the sky breaks open

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[solo_insanity]

Why am I not surprised that you find the outdoors appealing during such weather? Fancy dancing under the moonlight in the pouring rain, do you?

[solo_insanity]

Come now, kitchen knife. Hate to not even give the would be suitor a chance to come and defend your honor.

[lastnightswish]

He's not a suitor.

[Reaches down with a slight struggle and picks up the wine glass. Holding it up? I'll trade you the glass for your answer.]

[solo_insanity]

Just going to talk over wine?

[Raises an eyebrow at that. She confuses him. Confuses him a lot. He's holding his answer for now.] I would hope you would have brought two of those.

[lastnightswish]

Is there a problem with just talk over wine?

[Why confusing? Or is this one of those ingrained I'm-a-woman-so-I-must-have-an-ulterior-motive things?] ... didn't I just tell you that I can't have any of it?

[solo_insanity]

Not at all. Not at all.

[Surprisingly it is more of he has never met a friendly Kanda besides the personification of Dreams. And he doesn't count.] You did. But if you follow everything you can't do, I'm afraid you'll have a long and boring life.

[lastnightswish]

Then we'll talk over wine. ["If I've caught your attention."]

[She sighs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and holding her hand out. Give me your hand.]

[solo_insanity]

Very well. [He looks at her hand before extending his own.]

[lastnightswish]

Don't sound so disappointed.

[Tugs him closer, enough to lay his hand flat against her stomach. Give it a moment... ah, there! A little kick. She releases his hand, allowing him to take his own hand back if he wants, and crosses her arms. Can't get much plainer than that.]

[In other words; no wine. Period.]

[solo_insanity]

[Is there a level beyond confusion, because he just reached it. He'd take his hand back but he's just a bit too shocked.]

... This explains nothing, I'll have you know.

[lastnightswish]

Are you really that thick?

[She refuses to say it out loud; sorry.]

[solo_insanity]

[Takes his hand back, shaking his head.] No. About your issues with children.

[He's forgotten all about the wine.]

[lastnightswish]

What about them?

[solo_insanity]

Planning on giving this one up as well after she is born?

[lastnightswish]

I don't see how that's any of your business.

...."as well"?

[solo_insanity]

[Rubbing the bridge of his nose. Why is he getting into her business?] The other one you were asking me about earlier. You said you didn't have time to take care of her because of your other child. If this makes two, are you going to foster the newborn on someone else as well?

[He had guessed she already had another child with her. His deduction skills at putting two and two together are rather slow as of late.]