36 - Blaze of the Rose Tree

[worldofourown]

....Again?

[ Yes. That's all he has to say at this point. ]

[ OOC: All the trolling, all the crack! GIMME! x3 ]

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[worldofourown]

You look like you swallowed a watermelon.

[ It's called pregnancy, Karl. ]

[whenyouneed]

[She doesn't precisely sneer at him, but the smile also isn't pleasant.]

A flatterer.

[worldofourown]

[ She sure sounds like Carla. ]

It's a gift. [ Then, more uneasily, ] Should you really be wandering about? You seem ready to pop.

[whenyouneed]

I should not.

[She agrees with that, brusquely.]

I should not be here, at all.

[worldofourown]

[ Duly noted, ]

Well, you needn't fret too much. Most visitors tend to leave once the weekend's over.

[whenyouneed]

And if I give birth before then?

[IRRITATED.]

[worldofourown]

[ THAT IS NOT HIS PROBLEM. ]

[ Unless you are Carla. (You aren't, are you? 8|) ]

The City has hospitals. And it's bristling with bleeding hearts. You won't lack for helping hands, I assure you.

[whenyouneed]

[Assuming the child comes out recognizably human, which there is no guarantee of. She grits her teeth briefly. It's not his problem, it's hers. (But her stress is mounting. She wasn't supposed to do this alone.)]

Thank you.

[Terse and flat.]