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[bandagedbandit]

In which Clarissa finds herself with way more than she'd bargained for after a night with Lance. Here be pregnancy threads! (Probably not in any sort of chronological order...)

EDIT: Alternate source for part 1 of the first thread here. Because LJ is an asshat and DW comm-importing rules.

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[mgm_52]

[ he comes back into the living room area with a a wifebeater and some tight jeans on- all black, of course. he's not the type who worries about fashion at all, but still manages to look good.

spotting her away as he threads a hand through his hair, he'll move to sit beside her, flopping down on the couch. ]

[bandagedbandit]

[With their presence no longer needed, Magmar and Clefairy get up and leave; they don't need to be around now Lance is back, and they should give the couple a little space anyway.

Clarissa rubs her eyes sleepily, giving an agitated murmur as Lance flops down beside her (can't you sit down without jogging her so much?). She yawns, still sounding tired and sluggish when she speaks.]

...Not even a "hello, Clarissa" first? Geez... How was work?

[mgm_52]

Hello, Clarissa.

[bandagedbandit]

[She gives a tch but smirks just a little.]

Much better.

[mgm_52]

Same old shit.

[ directed at the 'how was work' ]

[bandagedbandit]

Still gotta be more fun than being here everyday. [She mumbles that gloomily. Yup, she's still bitter about the whole not being able to work thing.]

[mgm_52]

Look at all the fine television program you get to watch.

'I didn't know I was pregnant'.

[bandagedbandit]

[She snarls and punches Lance's upper arm, throwing herself back against the sofa cushions and crossing her arms in front of her chest angrily. Stop trying to make things worse than they already are, mr world's most aggravating boyfriend.]

Cram it! It's not my fault I've got fuck all else to do here, do you hear me? It's so boring it's killing me!

[mgm_52]

Maybe you should take up knitting.

[ he sits beside her. ]