masanari | [Futurelandia] It's April and We're under the sheets.

[Futurelandia] It's April and We're under the sheets.

[A lot of incredibly weird things have managed to happen, but that shouldn't be a surprise by now: They're an incredibly weird pack, after all. While Nariko and Ada's fighting has become far more subtle, certain kids have become more serious about school and relationships, other kids are moping over the exit of their mates - a family reunion has ended. It's time to get back into the usual swing of things before it all goes to shit.

Emily's gonna get knocked up.

Finals are going to happen.

Audrey will probably make a decision about a thing or two.

Veronica is lil' fat by now, but she wears it well.

They are in the grip of Spring-Almost-Wanting-Summer, and that's perfect for all sorts of ~crazy shenanigans.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Or possibly because he is here with her and while Emily wouldn't be insecure or petty enough to be jealous but it'd sort of be annoying to have to wait for her moment. But thankfully he controls himself for the moment and so she's able to indulge in these affectionate gestures which feel more like an ownership than an emotional relationship - but given what they're leading up to that only feels right.]

Every once in a while I have a good thought.

[The menu is a little easier to see now and she hums at it.]

I know basically nothing about Japanese food.

[Except that to assume it's all sushi is Egregious and Awful as explained by Nariko.]

Then I've really failed you all.

[ Because obviously it's The Best.

Still, he'll keep close to her and brush against her, running his hand up and down the arm that he's got around her. He...

Well. ]

There's always time to learn.

[But that's not a worthwhile train of thought, it seems, because even though he's holding her and it's a great night for making a baby he's still got that look. For a moment Emily is pretty sure she won't ask him about it, but then she remembers how bad an idea it is to let either he or Nariko ferment over things. Everyone is better off if the both of them talk out their thoughts versus just bouncing them around in too-full skulls.]

What's up.

[It's not really a question because a question might give him room to say 'nothing', but it's something.]

[ Is he that obvious? He wasn't really thinking that hard! Hell, he even said that first bit in sarcasm, because of course he can't control what everyone eats, particularly when for years Ada or Nariko had managed who ate what. Well, them or Octavio. Sometimes others. Recently, Yamato or Veronica. Still, he...

Really needs to stop thinking so rapidly.

The man blinks, and he nuzzles her cheek a bit before responding, ]

I was just thinking that I know where we can get a nice glass of wine near here. But that also doesn't really match with the food here.

[She busts out giggling at that.]

Man, I thought it was way more serious!

[Yeesh, she's never worrying about him again! Except when she inevitably does.]

I promise you don't need to get me drunk for what's supposed to come next.

[But it's their turn, so let's order!]

What if I wanted to make a mood?

[ A hum. A hum, and then he gets ahead. But okay, let's order! This is a ramen cart so it'd be silly to order anything but Ramen, but he examples what the guy has. He decides that the best one for the moment would be ... Well, let's get some Tokyo Style ramen. He decides to order a Shoyu bowl with egg in it and some other nice garnishes. Anything else...? Oh, they have some old school sweet drinks. He'll get that too. The better for the both of them to get two big bowls.

But no nothing more serious.

Probably. ]

Then we could get wine after ramen!

[She kind of thinks he's still got something more serious going on in there but Masaomi is not always the type to be pushed. She hopes he would talk to her if he felt a need to but in the end that is a job that falls to his mate above all else - and that's definitely not Emily. She's just a regular old packmate, one that orders mostly the same thing because she still doesn't know what she's doing with this food!!! But she'll give it a fair shot.]

Although [Said after the ordering is done, while they're waiting and she points out a table closest to the ocean. It's unintentionally romantic, which is ridiculous since Emily herself isn't acting any different from usual.] wine means we'll just make this kid in front of a whole crowd of people, I think.

Hoooohhhh, well, well, that would be quite the story! We got something to celebrate your last little hurrah of alcohol for a year or so only to have you serve as an attractive glittering object for the masses! I'm sure a good show could be made out of that!

[ He's being intentionally playful at this point, grinning as he rocks his way over to the table. The fact of the matter is that the whole wine and making this important thing...? That's something he's trying to project out. It's not really him and he knows it's not even really Emily, but this was new and was important, so it did deserve some sort of special gravitas, of the sort she was already providing by them being here.

Maybe, though he wasn't allowed to be, he was even a litter nervous. Or well, not nervous, but jittery, with a strange surreal excitement now the hour was upon them. ]

[Contrasting him, Emily is utterly calm but there's a part of her that kind of regrets the fanfare because it really isn't like her, especially not Masaomi. But it just would have felt weird to tell her eventual child that it was conceived without some amount of fanfare, because there wasn't a traditional romantic love to fall back on here. Sure, telling it that he was her Alpha and that was How Things Go would work but then it'd just have the same childhood Emily did! And then that'd defeat the entire point.

Still, as they get their food rather fast she kind of decides to just go for it once they're done eating.]

Oh, that's right! I won't be able to drink as soon as I know, right?

[It's ... Probably better to not drink at all after they've tried given how many hormones she's dosed up on, but those are the little things you can't immediately recall before the nausea sets in.]

Nariko gets final say on that, ... err, other than you - because she's the baby whisperer, buuuut. [ A sage nod as he sets the bowl down. ] Yes.

[ The alpha gives a smile that's somewhere between sympathetic and a bit teasing as he actually takes the seat. The house really is going to feel different as more than one party in it is pregnant. It's... nice. It smells nice, feels right. But it's also going to be strange, and it's something that they all need to adapt to.

Still, he needs t figure out what this all means to me. He's at an odd intersection of instinct and expectation. He lets out a little bit of scent briefly to assure himself again. ]

Might have some other penchants too.

Ahh, yes, the Alpha Bitch does get full reign of the kids.

[With any other woman it might be a point of contention but to Emily it's a relief. Their apparent brood mother is far more experienced and she'll be able to trust her future offspring with them. She knows that more than she knows how they'll make this happen in the next few moments.]

Oh, there's more? Maybe I should have been asking you two instead of reading books.

[Meanwhile she ... tries to figure out how to eat this ramen. How does this even work.]

[ Well, Masaomi, curiously enough despite it being a bit soup-esque is breaking off his chopsticks, getting a few noodles and some of the garnishes on them each time he brings them up to eat, slurp at. He also stirs around the egg, grinning as he does.

... This is good. He'll praise her for it soon. ]

Well that and she's got pregnancy experience. And oh, I've seen and heard some things I'm not sure the people who write books put in them. For comedy's sake, I'm sure.

Emily blatantly watches and raises a brow at the slurping until she remembers hearing that's actually polite in Japan. It was so long ago that she kind of doubts the thought but he's doing it, so!! She tries to imitate, but she's not really the best with chopsticks, so it's taking a little bit of (clumsy) work on her part.]

Such as?

[Give her all the wisdom from your point of view, Masaomi! It's not like Martin will be taking up the mantle.]

[ Hmmm.... what's a good one...

He looks thoughtful for a moment before he finally replies, ]

Feet. Weird things can happen to feet.

[...........]

What.

[If he wanted to surprise her then he's officially pulled it off. Her chopsticks pause midway back to her bowl as she imagines five million awful things that are well outside the realm of what a pregnancy could ever really manage.]

I have nice feet, though! I don't want anything to happen to them.

[Said in a tone that very much adds: 'So tell me exactly what happens.']

Oh no way! I'm not doing a sacred straight thing against my own interests unless I get something else in return!

[ He shakes his head, dramatically. Even. ]

Do I have to blow you right here to get the answers that I need.

[Because that's what she's hearing out of him right now.]

Is it really that sacred when I'll end up finding it out in the near future? I'm just asking for a fun preview.

[And also figuring out this ramen deal. The Japanese are a versatile and clever people based on their food alone.]

Only if you can manage to make me cum within... [ Hmmmm... How much is a good challenge? His lips curl into a wider smirk, and he trail his finger along the edge of his lips. He hums and then finishes with, ]

Forty seconds. Then you might have earned your way through the trial.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Futurelandia] It's April and We're under the sheets.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject