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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...)

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sorry i poofed I VOTE KICKING DOWN HIS DOOR

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[ we are at home looking at some paperwork

we hate paperwork

fuck this paperwork I THREW IT ON THE GROUND ]

[bandagedbandit]

[Know what Clarissa hates? Finding out what the reason for her being so tired and nauseous lately happened to be.

When weeks of feeling ill and non-functional were followed by her period being forebodingly absent, she had rushed to the shops to steal completely legally acquire a pregnancy test kit. What followed the result had been a tantrum, several items in her home getting smashed, and finally a desperate phone call to the nearest abortion clinic.

...Which, two days later, is where she should be now. Only she's not. She didn't even get inside the foyer. Instead, she's now outside Lance's apartment, and is trying to kick his door down.]

Lance! Lance! Open up, bastard!

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[ what the f- oh it's just Clarissa. she hadn't come around lately, so in his own weird way, Lance is happy to hear from her.

though we must keep in mind this is Lance so he doesn't show it in a normal way at all.

he makes his way to his door as quickly as he damn pleases, unlocks it, and stares down at Clarissa, looking...relatively unamused. ]

Ah. So she shows her face finally.

[bandagedbandit]

[When Lance appears at the door, the two words Clarissa had been ready to blurt straight out die in her mouth with a pathetic 'squeak' sound. She takes a small step back, opening her mouth and closing it immediately. What now?

Snapping into auto-pilot mode, she grits her teeth and makes a swift bee-line for the inside.]

Shut it, Lance! Now's not the time!

[Force will be applied to try and barge past if necessary. When stuck in a delicate situation, overreacting relying on acting like a bitch is Clarissa's go-to strategy. Goodness knows she needs it now.]

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[ he'll let her pass, eyes giving her the once-over. she doesn't appear hurt in any other way than her usual bandaids and wraps. ]

What is it the time for then?

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It's—!

[She waves her hands erratically as if sifting through the air for words, stamping her foot against the floor. Why can't he just know already, why does she have to—!?

...But she does have to. She pulls on the sides of her hat in frustration as she seethes at the floor. When she finally looks back up at Lance, her expression is a wavering mix of being both pleading and angry.]

...I'm pregnant!

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...?

[ Lance pauses- he doesn't ask any of the usual questions. 'Is it mine' 'what will you do', he just quietly watches her for a moment before his yes settle on her stomach. ]

How many weeks?

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa 'tch's sharply and folds her arms across her stomach.]

Wha— I don't know! Three, four? Five? How the hell am I supposed to know that? I only found out about this days ago!

[Her arms wrap tighter around her stomach.]

...What the hell do we do?

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

We'll get a doctor then.

You'll move in, obviously.

[bandagedbandit]

[...

What?

Clarissa's eyes widen and she lapses into a stunned silence, mouth agape. Surely she can't have heard correctly, surely.]

...You want to keep it?!

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

?

Why would you be here if you didn't want to?

[bandagedbandit]

That's—! I don't, I mean— You're okay with keeping it? Where...where the hell did this come from?!

[WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER BOYFRIEND, IMPOSTER? Surely the real Lance would be dragging her by her hair back towards the abortion clinic by now.]

[mgm-52.livejournal.com]

It's mine. Why wouldn't I keep it?

[ tilting his head, hand on his hip as he looks at her like she's the strange one. ]

Do you want it or not?

[bandagedbandit]

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