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  • [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Aaron woke up with a start. Some bad dream involving Theodosia, he was sure. However the details didn't seem to come to him. Just the recurring image of the genderqueer femme's mutilated body. He shuddered at the thought before--


    The contents of his dinner exploded from his maw. All over his room. What the fuck? His eyes were watering. Ugh, what did he eat? Of course, he didn't feel sick. Just... off. He glanced down, catching a glimpse of his swollen stomach. Was he...?


    No, he couldn't be. He hadn't done anything with anyone since Linda! That was months ago.


    Maybe he was the next Virgin Mary. Minus the virgin part.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=; border: 0px black; border-radius: 0px; bgcolor=transparent; width: 300px; auto;][justify][size=7pt]Ni honestly.. didn't know what to think of Aaron. Sure, he could tease him, and call him a murderer all day.. But, something about him seemed too gentle; too oblivious. At the same time, having seen him with the knife, standing over Theodosia's body.. That hadn't settled too rightly within him, just yet. Therefore, Nighttales was skeptical. However, despite the shit-bag exterior he happened to pertain too, he did happen to have a heart. Upon stumbling across the area where Aaron housed himself, and almost immediately catching a slight drift of the pungent stench that came with being ill, he would pivot, and peer inside - conjuring a handkerchief of sorts, and offering it to the other. "You.. alright?" He'd ask, a single fictional brow lifting, slightly.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color: white;]Wildcard knew nothing of the clans internal affairs, that was, as of yet of course. There was no doubt that soon enough he would know all the rumours and the latest gossip, it was how he entertained himself after all. The sound of someone throwing up caused the golden lion to grimace, his nose crinkling and his brows furrowing, gross. Though without a pause he headed toward the male the sound had originated and, oh the stench it was horrible. Wildcard couldn't understand why on earth he had decided to come and investigate, perhaps he cared too much about others, yeah, that had to be why. [b]"I have to say, emptying the contents of your stomach isn't exactly in the norm, you could have at least gone inside a bush or something,"
    there was a sigh in the males tone as he padded forward "would you like some water?"

  • [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Aaron found himself wincing as members found him sitting in his own sick. That was embarrassing. He flattened his ears against his head, flicking the tip of his tail. He really didn't like people seeing him like this, however there was nothing he could do about it now.


    "Uh, Ah'm fine." Stupid. Of course he wasn't fine! Even a blind person could see that. "Ah mean, Ah dun feel sick, just..." He blinked and trailed off. No need to elaborate the nasty parts, right? He glanced over at Wildcard. What a nice second impression. He released a forced laugh at the male's first comment, however didn't really find it all that funny. Trust him, if he could've reached a bush, he would've. Who do you think had to clean up this mess?


    Aaron exhaled shakily, shaking his head at Wildcard's offer. "N-No thanks," he mumbled. He didn't feel up to drinking anything, especially since the contents of his stomach was spilled across his floor. "Ah dun know what got into me... M-Maybe Ah caught uh virus?" He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, mostly himself. Yeah, that had to be it. He just caught a virus! A virus that made him puke and bloated.


    That seemed like a stretch.

  • [color=aliceblue][font=georgia][size=10px][color=lightblue]i'd reconsider the drink option if i was you. water's a good thing to have if you're not feeling too well. jan suggested as he ambled on over to join the small group. he wasn't a medical expert but he'd picked up dribs and drabs from over the years. water was one of the essentials if you weren't feeling well though, he knew that.

  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][size=8]"Well, someone's gonna have to clean all this muck up." Jacob sighed. He padded forth, easily ignoring the scent of the vomit. He's smelt worse--he's passed through rivers completely running with feces, and has smelt the harsh scent of death, he could handle a little vomit.


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    "Is it really too hard for you pregnant people to throw up anywhere except the nice floor? Goddamn, get a bucket."
    Really. All the pregnant people. First that Freya chick, that other chic, that other other girl, now-
    .....who? .....was that a dude?
    Danny squinted, tilting his head at Aaron, letting irritated green eyes trail down.
    No ding dong.
    Huh.
    That was a surprise.


    "Drinking water would help, I think." He glanced at the vomit. ".....Ya'll might be my patients and stuff, but if any of the field medics show up, they're cleaning that mess up. You might got something, but I'm not your maid, k?"
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    #DimitriKoseiwashere


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  • Keita sighed. Why are there so many members getting pregnant at the moment? The thaumaturge division was getting on his back for a while now. True they were healers of the clan, but it didn't help that the birthrate was rising. Soon the division would run out of supplies, since so many has been used for birth. I should really tell the division we need to stock up more!


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    Ew. Wrinkling her nose in disgust at the sight and smell of vomit, the youth limped over with a frown. "You okay?" Pastelkit asked, genuine concern plauging her features. Throwing up wasn't normal unless someone was sick or pregnant as far as she knew of.
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  • [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]"Pr-pr-pregnant?" Aaron stammered. He couldn't be! That was.... impossible! How could he be? "How d-do yuh know?" He asked nervously.


    // rushed mobile

  • Freya was still greatly missing her adoptive daughter, but the turmoil of life, her recently born kits, her rank, her position as a division head? It all prevent her from laying around in mourning anymore like she'd done at the end of her pregnancy and had an excuse to do nothing. Thus the female did not think of Theo expect in the moments she stood still trying to remember what she had to do next, in those moments her deceased daughter flooded back to her head and made her feel like such a failure she had to push her away, otherwise she'd succumb to depression and try to do something reckless!


    "Hey I didn't know I was pregnant when I did it the first time, I had no clue it was going to happen you could be nicer." the female stuck her tongue out at Dimitiri, managing to come in despite the timing and desire to just sleep until she died, since she'd had one of those stand still moments recently. The blackblood signed, conjuring a bucket and a few rags "I have the clean up part." you started developing a strong stomach sometime in life, especially after giving birth it was something mother's just sometimes seemed to have! It was luckily Frey had inherited such a thing, because she certainly did not get more mature.

  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width:400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify][color=white][size=8]"You're... pregnant?" She tilted her head, frowning. Maybe that had something to do with Theodosia. Ugh, she didn't know. She felt like she didn't know anything anymore.

  • [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]"No!" Aaron said quickly, almost in a defensive manner. But after a short period of time, he relaxed, realizing this wasn't the type of thing to get upset over. He took in a breath, averting the gaze of those around him. He raised his shoulders in meek shrug at Lucinda's question, remaining wordless for awhile.


    "M-Maybe? Ah dunno," he mumbled, chest heaving with a sigh.