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From: gregoire |
Date: August 26th, 2010 07:04 pm (UTC) |
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Michi/Hunter/Mari/Gray
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"Hello," Gray chimed in, complete lack of enthusiasm evident in his voice. He was a little⦠less thrilled than Hunter. It may or may not have had anything to do with the fact that she'd made him carry all the bags, or that this whole visit involved a baby. Not just anyone's baby-- Michiko's baby. She was one of them. Their age. Their friend! They weren't old enough to be having babies, and now her whole life was over. He couldn't imagine what she must be going through. As he made his way inside, he turned to face the girls, bags still in hand, and glanced over at Hunter. He couldn't think of what he would do if that had happened to them. His rampant imagination took hold, and before he could stop himself, he pictured his sometimes-on sometimes-off girlfriend with a very full, very pregnant belly. His face blanched. The Canadian shut his eyes and shook his head to rid himself of that image. Too late. Traumatized forever. "Uh. So. These are for you! Where do you want them? Is it hot in here? It's definitely hot in here."
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