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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For once, all Raphael really wanted was a glance around the room, confirmation of who he was being drawn too. All morning somehow he'd felt almost compelled in that direction, pulled there by an unseen force he was in the middle of writing off as sheer boredom. He offered Minatsuki a shrug.

"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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Raphael grunted when she stomped his foot, grip loosening momentarily. But then he just moved it to her forearms instead, trying to keep it as tight as possible. But with all the struggling she was doing, holding her arms down was becoming a chore, fast. One he was tempted to give up on, if he weren't afraid of what she was going to do.

"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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With a screech of dismay, Minatsuki toppled backward, her back thumping on the bed. She bounced a slight bit, and scrambled into a sitting position, glaring at him as she scooted back from the edge of the bed. For a moment, the teen was completely calm, and also extremely disconnected - as if she were viewing the scene from another area of the room, or at least another state of mind.

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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"Because there are proper ways to do it, and punching you in the stomach isn't one of them!" he snapped, breathing hard. He didn't make a single move toward her again. It was embarrassing to have resorted to manhandling her in the first place. He closed his eyes. Counted to three in his head.

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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The nausea remained controllable for a good two seconds after the blond reappeared, at which time she bolted from the bed, snatching the little garbage can between both of her hands and retching. It was a thin, acidic mixture that she vomited, hardly compiled of any food at all. The vomiting itself only lasted a second or two, but Minatsuki took her time spitting the sour remains from her mouth and looking pissed off.

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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It wasn't until she curled up that the faint twinges of sympathy and guilt started to hit him. He wanted - badly - to be as detached as possible. Set this whole business aside. But the fact of the matter was that he couldn't. And she deserved better than this kind of behavior, besides. He tossed the shards of the lamp - and the lampshade - into the trash can, deciding not to ask to sit down again.

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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She was strongly tempted to hit him, but her hands were shaking, and her head hurt. It was just much too much of an effort to lash out at him while she was already blaming the man for just about everything that was going wrong in her life at the moment. Minatsuki felt her nose twitch, and bayed herself not to show any sign of weakness by sniffing or sighing as she spoke.

"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 know," he said, a little dry. When she moved away, he pressed on, fingers settling for slipping through strands of her hair instead, absently rubbing her scalp. If she really wanted him to go, he had no doubts she'd have thrown him out by now. For all her spitefulness and yelling, she was tired. Scared. "I'm sorry."

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Now was the point in the nightmare that everyone wished they woke up from. It was a very welcome idea, really - Minatsuki wished that he would pinch her and she'd jolt awake in bed, possibly handcuffed to the headboard with some coyote ugly man sleeping next to her. Even that would be better than this. And a whole hell of a lot more embarrassing than admitting...well...

"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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As if there was any possible way to make this any worse. Raphael's head half-slumped into a nod, fingers tightening for a second more on her hair before slacking off just as abruptly. What she'd said made the sick reality set in in a way it hadn't before, making him realize he barely knew a damn thing about this girl. He'd slept with her all of once, and now...

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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She bristled. "That's not what I was saying," she snapped, although the whole conversation she'd been hinting at would eventually lead back to beating the shit out of her and hopefully inducing a miscarriage. That whole idea seemed rather useless at this point, however, especially with him refusing it even if it was very clear he wanted nothing to do with a kid, anyway.

"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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Oh. It hit him like a ton of bricks, what she'd really meant here. Stupid of him to misread her that much. It wasn't like it didn't make sense, or was some kind of surprise. He swallowed again, taking in the words.

"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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Both eyebrows rocketed upward. He was a doctor who knew more about killing babies than birthing them and he was refusing to help her out - especially when it would be helping him out as well. There had to be a good reason he wasn't allowed to have kids, right? Or even sex? At least, she figured as much, and she also knew it was highly unlikely he'd just take the thing once it was born and rear it, and as much as she detested the thing even being in the world, she would hate it more if she was stuck with him -

(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 actually snorted at that. Not really a laugh, but close enough. He fidgeted before finally scooting further on the bed, so he wasn't as near the edge as before. "Worse. Try wings."

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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"...Uh-huh..." she nodded slowly, repeating, "An angel. Right." Minatsuki was hardly one who believed in angels. There was no angels, no god, no devils other than those who walked among them and a whole mess of sin throughout the world. So, as opposed to being petrified about the possibility of giving birth to a winged...freak, she simply took another route.

"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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Raphael narrowed his eyes, giving her a withering look in response. Nonbelievers were usually a whole lot more refreshing to talk to than she was being. He wanted to chalk her reaction up to pure pettiness on her part despite knowing how patently ridiculous it must have sounded to her.

"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."