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Post by Chris on Jul 26, 2010 17:26:49 GMT -5
With blood trickling down his face, the cat hissed at her, tail becoming more erect, middle finger extending in a salute: Fuck You.
Another snarl was given as he held his queen close, careful to not get blood on her as he nuzzled the side of her cheek. "What happened, love?" he asked gently. Sympathetically. But the rage bubbled beneath the surface, simmering.
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Post by banshee on Aug 30, 2010 21:18:14 GMT -5
Banshee rolled her eyes, still practically vibrating with rage. She'd make him pay. One day. KIt was the only thing that kept her from launching herself at Chris and Kitrina right then and there. Not wasn't the time.
"Will someone do something about this overdramatic, lovey-dovey bullshit? I think I may vomit."
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Post by Fangor on Aug 31, 2010 6:59:36 GMT -5
"Banshee, shut the fuck up," Fangor said, though it wasn't quite as malicious. Maybe he was still just too stunned, claws extending just a bit. He wasn't sure why it hit him so much. This would change everything.
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Post by Kitrina on Aug 31, 2010 21:29:28 GMT -5
Kit looked at Chris more pathetically, arms wrapping snugly around his waist, face pressing into his neck. "I might be wrong... but I don't think so." The softest whisper. "I think... I think we're gonna have kittens..." A slight change in wording. Chris was so unpredictable sometimes...
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Post by Chris on Aug 31, 2010 21:40:45 GMT -5
"That's all, love? For a second I thought you were going to say something like--" Chris paused, blinking, seeming to process the words. "... wait... did you say... kittens?" His head cocked to the side, hands lowering then, touching her stomach. Maybe she had gained a little weight, he'd noticed more in the bust, but...
"Mine?" he murmured, not because he didn't trust her, but he couldn't fathom it all.
Chris' emotions were always all over the place. He looked joyous, then afraid, then angry, then uncertain within seconds.
"I didn't think..." Didn't think what? That she'd get pregnant? That he'd have been able to do it? He tried to think of their times together. He'd thought he'd pulled out all the time. Maybe that stuff about precum really was true, or maybe he was late. He couldn't remember--what was on his mind was the immediate news as he squealed in delight and hugged her tightly. And then, he just about ran in a circle around the group. "I'm gonna be a daaaad~! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOOOOD! BRAD!! BRAD, YOU NEED TO BE THE GOD-DAD IN CASE I DIE! OH MY GOOOOOD!!"
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