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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[ooc: yaaaaaaaaaay wolfy babies!]
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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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"Mixed up the rooms." Not quite the truth, but close enough for comfort. The smoke from his cigarette curled up toward the ceiling. He took another two or three steps inside, against his better judgment. In fact, against all his intentions, period. "How are you, Minatsuki?"
(OOC: Augh, couldn't resist ending up with someone just as unenthusiastic about it as him. >.> How about option b, but he doesn't know? Yet, at any rate, haha.)
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"I'm sick," she responded harshly before forcing a smile. "And you, shit for brains?"
[ooc: i'm glad you couldn't resist~! x3 i look forward to this thread~]
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And much as he didn't take his job seriously, he was far from incompetent, and all-too-practiced at using his abilities for his own gain: the promise of gratitude, and sex.
"You lucked out. I'm a doctor." He crossed over toward her without another word, putting his hand on her forehead. No fever. He almost always healed by touch alone but there was nothing wrong that he could detect yet, and his hand slid down, feeling her cheekbones, jaw, throat. Nothing. "Tell me what hurts."
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Her stomach rumbled and she winced, clenching her jaw. "My...stomach. But I don't want you touching it, got it!"
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"You feeling alright?" Lyon asked as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "You don't look so good."
[OOC: What? So I caved, okay? XD Anyway, how about if we go with option B plus just enough aphro to spark some violent sex once Mina's had a chance to settle her stomach by bitching at Lyon for a while. :)]
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Minatsuki bit her lower lip as another wave of the initial nausea rode over her, snarling in a tone what practically oozed a lie, "I'm fine."
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"You're so full of shit Mina. I can tell something's up just by looking at you. You sick or something?" Even though the most charitable way to describe their relationship was "Frenemies With Benefits" he still cared about Minatsuki on some level. Not that he'd ever admit it though...
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"...the flu," she replied shortly, feeling very flu like bile rising in her throat a he said as much. "So unless you like holding girls hair back while they cough up their insides, I suggest you get the fuck away from me."
Countless defensive walls were up at this point and she both couldn't help it and didn't care. Although something told her the demand to leave wouldn't be heeded, and even if it were unlikely, she could hope for a different outcome from this much more passive aggressive approach.
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"Wrong room." Like hell did Yosuke want to be near this particular little psychopath. His neck was still bruised since the last time they'd run into each other, and it got him some looks from other, less violent people around here.
But, of course, he didn't expect to get away that easy. He knew she'd be launching herself at him and either beating him up or tossing him to the floor and making him her bitch, and he didn't know which was better at the moment. Sure, sex was always nice, and she was good, but no one made him feel dirtier. Hopefully, she'd at least let him put the big bag of burgers and fries he'd yoinked from the cafeteria down first, whatever she did, because wasting food was a crime.
[ooc: No one's done choice A yet, so let's roll with that one!]
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"What'd you want, brat?" with a tone that practically oozed venom and irritation.
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"I thought this was my room. My bad." ...Well, Yosuke thought, maybe he could build a bridge while he was here. Maybe, if he was nice, she'd be less crazy! He held up the bag of junk food and shook it. "Hungry?"
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Minatsuki waved off the bag with an air of unimportance but offhandedly added, "Sure. Bring it here." And she pointed to the bed beside her, asserting the air of 'this is my room, so follow my rules' without any sort of hitch.
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