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 Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:15 pm
In the world of Gaia, a strangely empty maternity would be found. Mainly because of where it was situated. The inside was mainly of pale blue and white, no posters or leaflets or any kind were to be found.
Infact it would of looked like no body had stepped foot in the place at all if it wasn't for how clean the place was, and the bell on the desk. A small sign next to it reading "please ring bell for assistance".
Though a computer could just be seen through the reception window, flickering slightly now and again.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:18 pm
"Come on, Patrick," came the cat-boy's voice, his hands twisting at his flannel shirt nervously. It was still the shirt he wore more often than anything else, and it was showing the wear-and-tear it had received over the past months. Talk about sentimental things - it was, after all, given to him by his lover, "We're going to be late for the appointment..."
His hand reached for the door and pulled it open, holding it in it's position for his pregnant lover. They already knew he was. They just knew it. The appointment was just an official way to smack their faces with it - and to see if everything was fine and healthy, "Patrick!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:25 pm
"No! No, c'mon...Goddamnit, Mordread!" The dark man was being a wee bit snarky, arms folding over his chest with a grumble. "I don't want to ******** be told I have spawn in my body!"
He moved inside anyway, hands sneaking down to cover his quickly growing stomach. Patrick was larger then he'd ever been...he didn't like it. "WHY are we....
"There's no one here?" Frowning, sliding further inside, past his lover, glancing around. "Hello?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:38 pm
There was no answer to the hello, only the odd quite bussing noise of the Computer screen flicking now and again.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:42 pm
Mordread sighed, "We already know that you are, Patrick, but we owe it to whatever it is inside you to make sure it's progressing in a healthy way, right?" he looked at him tiredly and went to the counter, looking around for someone there. He didn't find anyone - but he did find a sign.
"Please ring bell for assistance. Hmph. Fine." he patted the bell a few times, the tinkling sound filling the area before he turned to look at his lover, "You know, you don't have to try and hide it. I think you look just as good, if not better, than before."
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:45 pm
"******** you, catbitch. That's what Breeders say." His voice was instintanious, snappish and snarky.... but he was instantly concentrate, shoulders hunching slightly. "...sorry, Mordread. I didn't mean it. I was just..."
Patrick groaned, running his hand through his hair, sighing and wrapping his arms around the cat, fingers petting at the others tail in apology. "Meh. I'm just fat. ******** it. I demand a goddamn csection. Now."
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:55 pm
There was a sudden bang and moan from under the counter, as though something hit it's head. A hand shakily grabbed hold of the edge of the desk and pulled up a rather odd looking Doctor with a red Turbin on his head.
A matching dot in the middle of his head.
Once he got his composure, he stood up right and grinned widely at the pair. "Welcome! I have been expecting you! I-"
Cray's eyes had caught sight of Patrick's belly, suddenly slouching and tilting his head as he stared at the man. "You're rather.... Fat aren't you?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:59 pm
Mordread shot a rather hurt look at Patrick when those hateful words spilled from his mouth. He was about to apologize when Patrick beat him to it and he sighed softly, leaning into his lover and giving him a soft kiss on the shoulder, "No, you're just pregnant, there's a diff--" he was cut off by the doctor coming in.
Mordread turned his head, eyebrow raising and his tail twitching. This - THIS was their doctor? Ahem. And did he just call Patrick FAT?
Oh god. They were ALL dead. Quickly his arms moved to restrain the no-doubt irate black man, "Patrick, Patrick CALM down. Ignore it."
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 3:02 pm
Fat?
Did that scum sucking son of a b***h just call him FAT?! Those red and black eyes glowed with anger at that, body jerking closer. "You p***k! I'm going to ******** KILL YOU!"
That's when Mordread got in the way. The dark male pushed at his lover with a snarl, murder written on his face. "I am NOT ******** FAT!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 3:15 pm
Cray stepped immediately away from the desk as the crazy, murderous male started moving forward. He didn't look too phased, but it brought him back to reality. "There's nothing wrong with being fat! In fact a lot of fat people walk out of here."
Yes, that knowledge was certainly backed up with how "busy" the place was.
Coughing to side step further conversation on that matter, he smiled pleasantly and asked. "What can I do for you two anyway? Do you have an appointment with the Professor?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 3:17 pm
Mordread, being pushed at, toppled over and landed on his tail. Hard.
His tail? Way too sensitive to be landed on. He let out a loud yowl, tears immediately springing to his eyes as the pain shot through his spine and immobilized him for a few seconds before he rolled over, off his tail, and onto his stomach.
Patrick had BETTER apologize. Weakly he grumbled, "There's a difference between fat and pregnant. And yes we have an appointment."
His voice was tinged in pain as he slowly stood himself up, nursing his tail gingerly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 3:26 pm
Patricks eyes flew open and his anger immediately faded. He was hormonal, yeah, and angry in ways he hadn't even started to believe in, but...that was HIS kitty. Under his pigment, the dark man went pale, ducking down and pulling MOrdread up...helping him, anyway.
"I'm so sorry." Voice small, face pressing into him, frowning and nuzzling into him. "I didn't mean to push you. I'm sorry."
Theeeeen Cray caught his eyes. Blinking slightly, frowning a little. "We have an appointment. The White family. I'm Patrick-" He might've accidently said 'Pat' when calling, "And this is Mordread."
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 3:40 pm
Looking over his desk, Cray pursed his lips wincing a little. "Do you want a Bandaid?" He asked as the Cat man was pulled back up.
But his attention was taken away when Patrick answered his questions. All he did was reach out a hand and press a key on the keyboard, not even looking at it. "Ah I see...... Well, I shall go get the Professor then shall I?"
Grinning oddly, he took a step back and continued to side step out of the reception to a door in the back of the small room. It obviously led to where the Professor's room was.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 3:46 pm
"Bandaids won't help, but thanks," he answered, turning his head to look at Patrick - who, it seemed, had gone back to normal. At least, as normal as could be for the black man.
"It's okay," he said softly, stroking at his face gently. He was still sore, both literally and figuratively, but he understood Patrick's hormones. God knew he'd been around enough pregnant women to understand what his lover was going through.
He didn't even notice the odd man leave.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 3:55 pm
"I....That kid seems weird." Frowning and sighing, hugging the kittyboy tighter against him. His face pressed itself into the others milky neck, fingers rubbing gently at his back.
"I'm sorry, kitten... I've gotten angrier and sappier and... Please let the doctor be normal." The catboy was on the recieving end of the sigh, nuzzling into his temple. "Pleaaase."
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