"She's howling for you." The languid figure that, when in repose, looks like nothing but ropes of black hair draped over the stone archway overhead murmurs to Ramon as he walks beneath. The castellan pauses and turns, first to look back the way he came, then up at Shikome.
Then he hears it as well, and without another word or glance at the Japanese demon, is off and running.
When he arrives, he drops down from a balcony, slides partway down a pillar, then rebounds off another wall, landing lightly a short ways from where Hippolyta now stands.
"..." She actually is caught totally flat-footed by his acrobatics, and just stares stupidly at him for a moment. She expected him to come running, but not quite like that.
"The baby looks like you," she says bluntly, realizing after it's out of her mouth that it totally understates the problem and that she's still sort of in shock about it all.
"Gah, no, I didn't mean it like that. Can we go sit? This is a big deal."
The look on her face is...unreadable. Even to Ramon. Even to herself. She doesn't know what her face looks like right now, and she's on the inside of it.
"It-...what? Si, all right, sitting down. That sounds like a good idea." He's already taken her hand and is walking his wife to the nearest sitting room. Inugami floats a little ways behind, tail wagging hopefully, but Ramon waves him off; this isn't a time to be nosy. The dog demon's ear droop, and he drifts off elsewhere. He'll catch up on these matter another time then.
Once in the room, he sees Hippolyta to a seat first, then takes one next to her, hand resting on her knee.
"All right. What's going on? Something about the baby?" Still completely weird to regard that there's a baby at all...
"He's half plaga, Ramon. He's got six legs. He looks like you when you're merged with your parasite."
It comes tumbling out of her mouth in a weird monotone, the words flat and yet at the same time impassioned. Like she has forgotten about the way voices should rise and fall naturally when excited, and instead the excitement is just inferred. Because it's not showing on her face.
She almost looks paralyzed, in a way, at least in her face. Her eyes aren't even darting around. This is an entirely new behavior for her, and she almost feels like she's watching it from the outside. She's not freaking out, that's a good sign, and then she realizes she's thinking about herself.
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Then he hears it as well, and without another word or glance at the Japanese demon, is off and running.
When he arrives, he drops down from a balcony, slides partway down a pillar, then rebounds off another wall, landing lightly a short ways from where Hippolyta now stands.
"What is it? What's the matter, mi amor?"
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"The baby looks like you," she says bluntly, realizing after it's out of her mouth that it totally understates the problem and that she's still sort of in shock about it all.
"Gah, no, I didn't mean it like that. Can we go sit? This is a big deal."
The look on her face is...unreadable. Even to Ramon. Even to herself. She doesn't know what her face looks like right now, and she's on the inside of it.
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Once in the room, he sees Hippolyta to a seat first, then takes one next to her, hand resting on her knee.
"All right. What's going on? Something about the baby?" Still completely weird to regard that there's a baby at all...
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It comes tumbling out of her mouth in a weird monotone, the words flat and yet at the same time impassioned. Like she has forgotten about the way voices should rise and fall naturally when excited, and instead the excitement is just inferred. Because it's not showing on her face.
She almost looks paralyzed, in a way, at least in her face. Her eyes aren't even darting around. This is an entirely new behavior for her, and she almost feels like she's watching it from the outside. She's not freaking out, that's a good sign, and then she realizes she's thinking about herself.
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