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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She laughed at him, but the sound was fleeting and sort of half hearted. "What - you're serious?" she asked, trying her hardest to be serious when she still didn't believe him completely. "Well, damn. This thing's fucked, ain't it?" She laughed - once more. At this point, it was either laughing or crying, and she was not about to start sobbing in front of the blond.

Minatsuki was now quite sure this...kid was going to be a disaster. What with her branch of sin - which was by no means hereditary as it quite possibly was contagious she supposed - and this whole angel business, she wouldn't be surprised if it turned out...just plain weird. Weird and dangerous. She shrugged. "Can we...kill it after it's born?"

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"Do you want me to prove it to you? Show you?" Raphael snapped in agitation, face getting hot. "Get serious here!"

To her other, more pressing question, he opened his mouth. Shut it. He wasn't a very moral person, but her suggestion went beyond what he was comfortable with, a flash of what might have been dismay spreading across his features. It wasn't as though he were attached to the prospect of having a child. No. Couldn't be, when he would have been fine with aborting it. No, not at all.

And really, it should have disturbed him far more that she was suggesting murder so casually. He exhaled, studying her face, looking for a sign of anxiety over her own suggestion, and not finding it offhand. "I don't want to do that."

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She rolled her eyes. "You're so fucking difficult, blondie!" she snapped, anger rearing its head inside of her. Minatsuki fisted her hand in a pillowcase, dragging the plush headrest into her lap. She swiftly moved to sit up along side the man, leering down at him and making moves to straddle his waist before attempting to bash his face in. With a pillow. Yes. A pillow.

"Listen, shit head," the brunette snarled, huffing between hits. "If you're just gonna shoot down - every - fucking idea I have about what to do in this situation, then why don't you start suggesting some? Huh?" She momentarily wished for something a little more deadly to bash in the angel's face with. But at the same time...That'd mean she would be alone with all of this.

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"Hey!" Raphael managed, before getting straddled by her, which he didn't quite object to, and then swiftly pummeled. Which, after the first hit or two, and finding out the hard way there was nothing harmless or amusing about the way she was bashing him - he did find objectionable, grabbing the pillow and trying to snatch it away from her. He lost his balance as he was doing it, falling on his back on the bed, scrambling, but only half sitting-up.

"Adoption! Did that cross your mind?" Regrettably, it hadn't occurred to him beforehand. "This place is huge enough that I'm sure there has to be some couple out there that wants a child but can't have one." Whether they were desperate enough to want what might be a genetic disaster was debatable. "Sh- the child would be off our hands. I'd be all right with that. Would you be?"

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"No!" she snapped, even if Minatsuki was unsure of why she would even say something of the sort to begin with. That sounded...well, that sounded great, really. Ruined fun place or not, stretch marks or not. Some people thought those were sexy, right? And maybe if she was lucky there wouldn't be any last "side effects". But something...just didn't want to let the thing go. It shouldn't be alive, let alone allowed to live or thrive better than she had.

Smashing the pillow into the blonds face twice more, she smirked evilly, even if she was nothing but a confused mess inside. "I'm going to kill it. With or without y - you." Her voice broke at the last word and a sick sort of realization that she just didn't...want to ever have to become attatched to it. Never wonder how he was doing, or if he had blond hair or brown, or if his eyes were blue or brown, or if he had wings or a damn branch of sin... No, there was no want for that.

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"No! No, you're not!" Raphael jerked the pillow out of her grasp this time. It still stung, some, from where she'd hit him. He wanted to pretend he didn't know why he was yelling like that, why he suddenly cared that much about what she was going to do. Some of it was the disgust of a doctor, at an abortion that crude.

Some of it. Not all. Not nearly as much as he wanted it to be. Like it or not, it was his, too, and for some reason, he didn't want it gone. Not like that. It went without saying that he'd never had a child. No proof that he could help create anything more worthwhile or lasting than a conjured wind or a healing.

Harried, he sat up completely, staring her in the eye. His hands went for her arms on reflex, scared somehow that she'd try something right there, on the bed. He had caught the slight break in her voice, not registering what it meant. Why was she being like this? "What's the matter with you?! We didn't want it, the least - the least we can do is make sure it has someone who does!"

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"No one is going fucking want him - it! You said yourself - it's just gonna end up a pathetic little lump of retarded mush! I'd be doing everyone a favor." She wrenched her arms from his grasp, or tried to, quite intent on pulling a stunt and bashing herself in the stomach with her own fists - over and over and over until her hands were sore, in which case she'd pick up a book, a lamp, a jewelry box even, and use that to resume the beating until this whole mess was...terminated.

"Let go of me," she snarled, shaking her hands harder and - argh! "I said let go of me - you don't get any fucking say in this - you don't want it either!"

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"You said him." His too-long nails were digging into her arms, only half-subconsciously. His grip held for now, hard, clutching tighter and tighter the more violently she struggled. The near-desperation in his actions and words was unbelievable, to him most of all. "You've thought about it enough to already have the gender picked out! Don't tell me you don't want to have the baby, Minatsuki!"

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"I haven't been thinking of anything!" she retorted. "I just - I can tell. I can just fucking tell alright?" She was quite unsure why she was defending her statement, but every time he spoke she personally became more agitated. "Babies are fucking useless! They're weak, their stupid, and they need to be loved and protected and cared for and I can't do that! I can't fucking do that!" She couldn't. It was impossible. "Why, do you want it? You can fucking have it!"

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Raphael couldn't either. The realization hit him like a dull, throbbing ache. He didn't know how to really care for anyone other than himself, because he hadn't had to. He was too selfish to do anything without it benefiting him, and a child... a child was really no benefit at all. He didn't like most people beyond on a sexual level. He was pretty much preconditioned to treat the thought of an infant with nothing but disgust.

So what was this? Why was he trying to save someone he didn't think he knew how to treat right? Be a good... parent to? He couldn't really want it that badly, could he?

"I don't know what I want." He let go, however reluctantly. "But I'll take it before I'll let you bash in your own stomach."

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"You're fucking with my life, you know," she replied, voice fluctuating between angry and deep and high pitched and breathy as she tried to restrain the hysteria and anger she felt. "If you want it, why don't you grow a fucking womb and carry it! Because that is the only way this thing is gonna be carried to term. The second you leave me alone, he's gonna die. I don't need you to help me kill it."

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"Then you don't need anyone helping you with the recovery, do you. You don't need anyone making sure you haven't damaged your organs by doing something so damn stupid. You don't need any of that, right?" His stomach felt like it had turned to lead. Asinine as it was, it wasn't a threat he intended on carrying out. He just wanted an easy way out of the room before she tried anything, climbing off the bed and heading toward the still-open door.

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She kept her resolve until his back had turned and the blond had started walking toward the door. And then her shoulders slumped and - to Minatsuki's utter horror - she started crying, and didn't realize until she went to take a deep breath and felt her chest shudder. A shaky, sobbing sound reverberated in the room and after a second she realized it was her own sob and the hot tears running tracks down her face were not just clammy sweat. "F - fuck," the brunette swore shakily, looking at his retreating back and shaking her head. "I can't...I can't do it."

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He stopped just as abruptly as he'd began, hand faltering on the doorknob. He'd made her cry. It felt strange to him, almost disconnected, to see her like this when she'd been so willful and adamant before, to know that it was his fault. Raphael turned around, half-forcing himself to look her in the eye.

"I'll stay. If you can still stand the sight of me." He never knew what to do when he made people cry, stepping back over to rummage in the nightstand until he found some tissues, offering them up almost as an apology.

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Face ruddy, flushed and tear stained, Minatsuki blinked, rather perplexed, at the tissues. What was with all the niceties? He should hate her as much as she hated herself, and then here he was, first insisting that she keep this little demon - beg pardon, angel - inside of her, and secondly offering her kleenex. It confused her far more than she would like to admit, and the teen gnawed on her lower lip.

She slapped the hand clutching the tissues away from her face, following the move with a rather sudden jab toward his gut. However, the jab wasn't a punch - in fact, it wasn't even a slap. Minatsuki had made a grab for the front of the angelic man's shirt, fisting the material in her pale, clammy hand, using that to wipe her eyes instead.