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The odd mix shuffled about the house, picking up scattered toys and whatnot... Though for once it was slightly harder to actually bend over. Not that she was all too pregnent at the moment, maybe a three months. And her clothes hid most of it. She tried to pick up the object anyways... A streak of.. something slipping behind her, causing her to jerk into a standing position with a yelp and spin around on her heel. Blushing deeply she stared at the boy currently staring up at her innocently. A few stuttered half words came out, before she just growled and flailed at him, with nothing better to do.

Miroku just stared up at her calmly, grinning brightly. The poor woman had no idea how to respond to that... Thus, it was fun! Though he really shouldn't when she was pregnent should he?
He smiled and tried to cover up "I just wanted to see if i could hear the baby!" yea. Sure. He quickly placed the side of his head on her stomach frowning when she grabbed ahold of his wrists.

"My brothers coming over soon! And we're going to tell him the good news." She frowned at the boy "So... Try to behaive?" She ruffled his hair as he nodded turning to continue trying to clean up the place.

She had moved into Freize's apartment for the entire thing.. Possibly after. She wasn't sure. Oh well, Zhome was going to be here soon! Happy day!

"Leave her be." A sharp look was sent in Miroku's direction from where the 'mutt entered, expression proving he was quite the opposite of amused. Freize was pacing about the house, currently reading some sort of book that appeared to be written in some sort of foreing language- perhaps Latin. He had just missed the door, but managed to make it into the room on his second try... Although he wasn't quite pleased to see what Arafel's son was up to.

He suddenly went completely rigid, head swivveling, eyes coming to a narrow, "Did you hear that...?" .... He perked then and closed his book, tossing it in some random direction. "Someone's here." He shot a look of warning to Miroku, and then was trodding over to the door- he almost had a heart attack when the doorbell rang. Damn noisy thing. He was very busy muttering every know curse and a few new ones under his breath, suddenly bearing inu ears, rubbing at one lightly. He was about to tug on open the door when... Oh. Looks like he found his own way in.

He looked curiously at the male on the floor, tilting his head and tucking his hands into his pockets and listening to the other talk for a moment or so before clearing his throat. "Hullo."

Umi wandered on into the room where Arafel and Miroku stood, watching them quietly. He had just left Spiro in the kitchen, and since the two of them didn't really have... Great conversations... Or conversations at all, he decided to wander on out to find out who else was home and had come across them first. But of course, he never really approached anyone. He just kind of walked over and stood there. He was good at that.

The drunk nodded a bit and waved despite his 'handicap', smiling brightly as the jacket was pulled from his head. "Eh? Oh, was my jacket... Hey Oneesan! Nick-san!" Came his shouts of recognition and joy, a slight drunken blush covering his cheeks and nose. Actually, not long after looking to the both, he gave a soft shout, jumping up to hug them both in a group hug.

Of course, that only lasted long enough for him to make his way into the room, pushing them both ahead of them as well. "Move, move! Oneesan said was big thing, whatever, so got champaign for Oneesan and Nick-san!" came his happy words, nodding as he made sure to set them both in the nearest seats. With that done, he reached into his jacket, pulling out both a bottle of champaign and three plastic champaign glasses, pouring and handing both of them glasses. "Sooo.. What'd Oneesan wanna tell?" he asked, setting the glass down next to him and crouching cloes to the ground.

Arafel watched, a bit amused, as her brother latched himself to Freize. She was suprised that he still did that... You'd think, like in all the studies with negitive reinforcement to an act one would stop... Oh well. This WAS her brother after all.

Her brother was allways drunk wasn't he? She frowned a bit... he'd only started that.. after tha tone incident. Poor boy, she never said anything because.. well he was a happy drunk. Maybe it was selfish but she liked seeing him happy. And as long as he didn't hurt anyone or himself it was fine, right? Atleast he never got himself hammered too often, that or he allways was. She was yanked out of ehr thoughts while being shoved into the other room to take a seat.

She laughed lightly, shaking her head and setting the alchoholic drink down "I can't!" she beamed, as if that were such a joyful thing. And well.. for anyone who knew her "condition" it was, but her brother didn't know that.

The 'mutt licked over his lips, inu ears giving a twitch, tail swaying contentedly behind him. He watched with vague curiousity as Zhome worked himself up, brows arching themselves somewhat. He gave a tilt to his head, "Ah, that's right." He had turned to Arafel after remembering what was said to have worked up the other male so much. He took the drink from where she set it and then downed that as well before setting aside both of the empty glasses.

He didn't want to ruin Zhome's earlier happier mood- albeit that was a little late- and in his own bizarre thoughts decided that it would be better if both glasses were finished. Besides, he could hold his alchohol just fine- but he had to make sure not to really overdo it. That wouldn't be healthy for anyone.

He laced his fingers and rested his hands on his stomach, one ankle coming to rest on the opposite knee. His ears twitched as the other's tone lowered, trying to still pick up on whatever he was saying... And then he shot a smile towards Zhome, "I wouldn't worry. I don't think she needs help yet..." His eye twitched and he took on a sudden sheepish look, "Unless you want to start helping bring the groceries." Last time he had gone out for groceries, he had tripped on the steps and made a huge mess out of the stairs up to the front door. Thank the gods Hatori had come out when he had, or God knows how long the klutzy weremutt would have been bumbling around out there.

Zhome calmed a little at his sister's assurance, albeit still worried. She may say she's fine, but he knew it may just be to calm him. Of course, Frieze saying it too helped of course hammer it in though, so he nodded and slowly started to sit again. Untill he heard his sister thuroughly. She was... Pregnant?

He had had plenty of nieces and nephews before, but he didn't remember any who had actually been, well.. Birthed... By his sister. So, what was he to do? His only thought for the moment was a simple one, he'd definately have to sober up now.. And that only made him whimper as he fell to a crumpled position. He couldn't drink or do anything of his usual sort of coping.... And that did nothing but worry him as he whimpered. "Then.. Then Zhome should... Be good example."

He tried to smile as he spoke, but he didn't like the thoughts of being sober, not even in his drunken state.

Kids, kids... His sister always seemed to take so many in, so many that he ended up moving into her closet of his own voalition to make more room for them... And well, they all as far as he knew, simply chocked him up to be just the crazy old man who lived in the closet. Hell, it was a trick of his trade, the kitsune part of him anyways, an illusion of sorts.. But at the same time just as real as the world itself. Although, he had to admit, it had cost him a tail..... That though, was a thought for different times, forgetten within seconds in the drunken mess of his head, so he cheered slightly.

He was drunk, and he figured that as much as he'd dote on the smaller child, it'd take the same view of him, likely he'd help encourage it, and well, save for a few of his views, he'd be a plenty good moral instructor, not letting the boy do too much that was bad. Well, save for steal, but he didn't see the point of the capitalist system anyways. So, chances are, he'd make no great impact on the child, save for being a fun person to be around. Somewhere inside that hit a spot and hurt, badly.. But it was deep enough in and covered with more than enough liqour to be unheeded.

So, as far as the two could see, he cheered slightly and nodded. "Hai... Hai, and he'll see Zhome as crazy man who lives in his closet too!" In short... He wasn't worried about being a bad influence, or the greatest of a good one either, just one of the smallest of the major roles in the child's life, if not less. Although, whether that would be true or not time would tell.



(Besides, the drunk could mope when he was sober! Which shouldn't be for a decade or so if he had done the right arithmatic, but seeing as he was even more drunk at the time than usual, well, it could just as easily be in a month or by the time tha baby was born as that.)

Arafel gave a wide yawn, streaching her arms up a high as she could giving a light squeak. Her arms dropped as soon as the yawn finished as she smiled to Freize, they were up before the kids were to have a nice quiet breakfast. Soon enough they'd all be coming out in all sorts, Akira and Cougar probably bounding off the walls, and Yuki would probably be the exact oposite. (poor boy never could wake up until halfway through breakfast.)

She stared at freize for nearly a minute, a light frown as she seemed to be thinking about something.. ofcourse he was probably used to this by now. "Freize?" she piped up finally, waiting patiently to see if she had his attention.