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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"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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"You think I want it?! You think I want to deal with a child? Like hell!" He attempted to shove her down on the bed by sheer force. Just trying to subdue her, and subdue himself in the process. Unhinged. Deranged, that was the whole situation, from top to bottom. "This isn't supposed to happen!"
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In a calm voice that still leaked hysteria, the started; "If you don't want it, then why won't you help me kill it?" before her entire body tensed up and she paled. "...Oh fuck. I'm gonna throw up."
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Her tone, weirdly, worried him more now than it had when she was screaming at him. But at least her last words had given him something to distract himself with, if only temporarily. Without another word, he walked out of the bedroom area, and into the bathroom, coming out with a trash can.
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Idly, she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, and and stooped to place the can on the ground. Childish as it may seem, she decided that ignoring Raphael was the best path she could take and hobbled over to the bed again before gingerly laying down on the mattress top and curling into a fetal position.
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He was biting the inside of his lip, hard enough to bleed. Delivering unfeigned comfort was something he wasn't used to, and privately he wouldn't really blame her if she struck back, but he climbed onto the bed and started to rub her shoulder.
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"Stop that," was her measured, unhappy, response. The touching made her uncomfortable, especially with no sexual indications that she could sense behind it. Her shoulder blades flexed and the teen arched her back away from his hand slightly, craning her neck around to give him a look. "I hate you," she spat venomously.
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"I never made it past 9th grade," she muttered quietly, almost inaudibly. "...All I know about...things like this is if you get kicked in the stomach, you lose it."
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What could he really say to that? It made him almost feel sorry for her.
"I don't want to risk that. I told you. And I don't have the equipment for an operation." The words felt worn, heavy. "So there's not much choice in the matter."
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"I was...getting at...I just... Fuck." It was hard to admit one's flaws. "I don't know jack shit about....having a baby in your stomach. Or getting it out other than it hurts." Her childish terms for pregnancy and birth made the teen slightly ashamed of herself, but there was really no way to get around it, and in exasperation, the brunette rolled onto her back and tossed her hands up in the air and added, "It's not exactly like I've done this before, you know, or ever wanted to and -" Screw this. She was done talking about it, and with a huff the Deadman crossed both her arms and moodily sucked on her teeth.
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"Well, we're quite a pair, then. I..." She was going to find out sooner or later. He might as well admit to how screwed over they both were now. Get all the repercussions out. The angel squeezed his hands together, cracked his knuckles. "Listen, where I come from, sex is a crime. Childbirth isn't even allowed. All I've ever handled is abortions."
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(Minatsuki shook her head and pinched her own arm, silently reprimanding herself for referring to the thing growing in her stomach as a he. It was an it - it did not deserve to her personified and certainly not in her mind, let alone her speech. This was all getting to her head.)
- by herself.
"Lemme guess," she drawled. "The punishment was getting your dick chopped off."
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He blinked when she pinched herself, puzzled, before carrying on with it, aware that each statement he made wasn't doing anything to help. The only problem was, he couldn't very well leave it unsaid and have her surprised (not to mention after him), when the child wasn't completely human. "I'm an angel, I don't... the ki-" No. "The child would likely have problems. Thanks to me." That was a lot of why he hadn't wanted it, all the old stigma rearing its head, and his own distaste for responsibility in general. Why she hadn't, to him, was obvious enough - she was young, inexperienced. And to top it off, they were both for all practical intents stuck in the last place suitable for raising a child. He shook away the baffling mental image of it.
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"So you're delusional, right? You don't really think the things gonna come out with wings and a beak and whatever the fuck else could ever be deformed in a stupid little...baby, do you?" She was sneering, and propped herself up on some pillows to give him the most disbelieving look she could muster.
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"Not the beak, but the rest is pretty much on the mark. I'm not delusional at all. If you don't believe me now, wait until you have it," he shot back, giving in to his need to lash out at her childishly. "Don't complain when I tried to warn you."
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