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Post by Greenie on Feb 13, 2008 23:19:33 GMT -5
Pascha snickered immediately. "Of course, what else would I be doing? I should go find Whip and have a good chuckle over it with him." The owl purposefully mentioned Ader's friend because it would likely set him off on a rant about how Ader was stuck pregnant and Whip kept bringing alcohol and how Ader couldn't drink it.. blahblahblah.
The owl had heard that at least three times already, and the Queen hadn't even been pregnant for more than a month.
On top of that, Pascha was having a hard time believing that Aderlass had managed to get himself pregnant in the first place. It raised the question of the other father of the baby.. but then again, 'Cha didn't want to think about that, so it would just have to be put back in the ground.
"If I were pregnant, you would be horribly amused," Pascha replied drolly, then paused.
The idea of himself pregnant was somewhat scary, but the idea of Aderlass finding out he was pregnant left him with images of firey eyes and sharp teeth heading in the direction of the sorry lad who had caused the condition.
Lad? Why was he even considering himself as the one pregnant? Slightly confused, Pascha shook the thought off and went back to snickering under his breath.
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Post by Kasatsu on Feb 13, 2008 23:42:00 GMT -5
“Well being more thoughtful comes to mind,” He replied to the owl’s question, crossing his arms and giving something that might be considered close to a pout. “I just dare you to go find that horse.” He replied his voice holding a low threat, though he would not hold out on it.
“Wot kind of friend does that?” He began in his usual rant, falling into Pascha’s plan. “I swear if he was not such a good friend I would not put up with his antics. It is just cruel and unusual punishment that he hands me. Me!” He ranted for a few more minutes before the lad interrupted his usual script with his comment.
With eyes set on playful vengeance he turned his full attention to the bird. “Be careful wot you say, you never know when it will come back to bite you.” He replied sarcastically before adding, “And then it will be I who is the one who gets to laugh over your sickness and growing waist line.” He gave the bird a smile that suggested he would derive great pleasure from just the thing.
After a moment, though, the mouse’s eyes turned serious, if not a little sad. “Just make sure that whoever it is is worth it and will take care of you.” He was not going to judge the owl any on who he might find pleasure and happiness with – though he would make darn-well-sure whoever it was, was fully aware of just who they were handling and what the consequences were of harming the owl.
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Post by Greenie on Feb 14, 2008 15:53:18 GMT -5
Pascha merely shrugged and gave him an amused smile. Kind, thoughtful statements were for people who planned their pregnancies, not those who accidentally got knocked up--for those special people, the owl reserved sarcastic, snickering comments.
"You dare me, do you? Well you were just there and you haven't been gone long, so he can't be too far away.." Pascha was tempted to go to the door and pretend to leave, but found he didn't really feel like walking just yet, so merely rose an eyebrow. He half-listened to the mouse's rant, only tuning in when the Queen said something new.. which he didn't, so Pascha didn't really hear anything he said.
The focus turned back on him, Pascha coughed a bit to keep himself from outright laughing. "Who would ever bother getting me pregnant? It would hardly be worth it," He stated with the assuredness of someone who believes little in their own capacity. The owl didn't believe he would be finding someone he wanted a relationship with--at least not anytime soon.
Who would want a relationship with a crazy, half-brained owl?
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Post by Kasatsu on Feb 14, 2008 16:20:11 GMT -5
He gave the owl a look that said they had had this discussion before on the owl’s worth. “Think wot you will, however, one day you will find someone, I assure you. And it will probably be the person you least expect, too.” And as long as they are worthy I will laugh my head off, he added silently.
Not desiring to argue with the owl over the topic of the owl’s view on his lack of worth, he slowly made his way back to his feet. Stretching, his hands at his lower back, he gave a groan in protest to the stiffness of his muscles. This pregnancy thing really was a toll on his body, no pun intended. “I do not know about you . . . but I could use something warm to drink.”
After having learning that he was pregnant, he had had Pascha gain them a pot in which they could boil water for whenever he needed one of his teas to help with the morning sickness or muscle aches. He hated to drink the tea though. Tea was something that the weak drank.
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Post by Greenie on Feb 14, 2008 21:37:32 GMT -5
Pascha only snorted to his statement, which was enough to indicate his disbelief.
As soon as Aderlass mentioned getting something to drink, Pascha moved in front of him to block him from going to it. "Let me, you go sit down." He commanded, raising an eyebrow at the pregnant man. His body was as close to normal as it would be getting but still he walked to the pot slowly, just in case. As soon as he reached the pot he filled it with water and put it on the stove to boil. "What kind do you want, gross or grosser?" The owl held up two types of tea and even managed to keep an entirely straight face while doing so.
After Aderlass had chosen and there'd been a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the owl spoke again. "... So how's Whip been doing?" It was an innocent question spoken in an innocent tone, but it was also Pascha doing the speaking, which meant it likely wasn't innocent at all.
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Post by Kasatsu on Feb 14, 2008 22:16:30 GMT -5
He gave a weak nod of his head when the owl forced him to take a seat. Most of the time he would have at least offered up a protest but this time he just silently made his way over to the seating area. After making himself comfortable on the couch, he tilted his head back over the back to see the two options the owl was offering him.
“The gross one today; I sincerely doubt that I could handle the grosser one. Thanks Pascha,” he added in a softer tone, trying to make himself more comfortable.
At the males ‘innocent’ comment about their friend Whip he gave a scowl. “I do not know how that . . . horse is doing.” He said still a little aggravated at his friend for his denying him his alcohol and coffee. “I suppose he would be busy with all his courtly duties.” He had long since given up on trying to cause the owl to stop thinking that him and Whip were more then just friends.
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Post by Greenie on Feb 14, 2008 22:28:04 GMT -5
Pascha was greatful to see that the mouse had sat right down without protest, which was unusual, but appreciated nonetheless. He absently made the tea while thinking over various things--how to avoid having more spells, what to really think about Ader being pregnant, why images of boys were running through his head--but of course nothing came to him, so in the end he simply poored the tea into a mug and brought it over to Aderlass.
When the Queen scowled Pascha had to bring his wing in front of his face and fake coughing in order not to burst out laughing--though it was quite an invisible front and Aderlass could easily see through it. "Mmhm. Did you have a nice visit?" He inquired again in the obnoxious tone of someone who is implying far too much. The owl didn't really think that anything was happening between him and Shinrai, but the idea was incredibly funny so he continued to tease Ader about it. "I bet you guys had lots of fun.."
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Post by Kasatsu on Feb 14, 2008 23:01:20 GMT -5
He took the cup that Pascha held out to him, cupping it in his hands. Inhaling the scent he tried not to gag when the retched smell reached his sensitive nose.
When the owl continued on his playful pokes, he rolled his eyes before replying, playing along, “If you must know we had loads of fun and barely got any sleep from it. I am sure that if it was not for both of us being of the Queen rank people would have been approaching to reprimand us for our behavior.”
He took a sip of the tea and almost did gag for real. The stuff tasted horrible! How was something so horrible supposed to help with his headaches and other symptoms? he wondered to himself, cursing the need for the tea under his breath.
“I could tell you more, but I am afraid Whip made me swear on the pain of death to keep the details between just us.” He was not quite sure how or even when this joke – game had started between the three of them. The truth was he had meet with Whip in the Capital to talk about plans, mostly those concerning the child-like-parasite.
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Post by Greenie on Feb 14, 2008 23:20:19 GMT -5
The owl gave him a sympathetic look when he began gagging. Pascha hadn't grabbed any tea for himself as he disliked it nearly as much as Aderlass, but he also hadn't gone the Shinrai-route of liberally drinking large amounts of caffeine. In that respect, he was nice and only drank those things when Aderlass wasn't around. Not that Pascha drank much alcohol; it applied more to coffee.
Aderlass's comments merely received an amused glance from Pascha. At that point he had nothing to say other than, "Wow. Good job," So said it and went to sit in the chair across from the mouse. It did make him want to go off and find the stallion simply to see what Whip really thought of all of it, but Pascha again did not feel like journeying.
The owl watched himf or a few more minutes, to see if he was actually drinking any of it--which he wasn't. "Do you want some more sugar in that or something? You have to drink it, you know."
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Post by Kasatsu on Feb 15, 2008 0:10:49 GMT -5
“I know, I know.” He said in the tone similar to that of what a child uses when they are told to do something they are already aware they have to do, but did not change the fact they did not want to do it. He gave another sniff and attempted to take another sip of the dark liquid before realizing when his stomach gave another violent protest that it was going to be useless.
Giving a grimace he held the cup away from him. “I think a little bit . . . make that a lot of sugar would be a benefit, though honestly, I do not think that there is much that would actually make the tea bearable.”
If it was not for Pascha watching to make sure that he actually downed all the liquid he probably would have just poured it in one of the plant pots of the plants that decorated the room. Suits knew the plant in his office was looking worse for wear.
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