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"I haven’t actually read any of those books. My English teacher did play the film of Lord of the Flies though." Now she shakes her head. "I’m not really that smart."

"Not really that stupid, either."

She most certainly has no idea the effect her words are having. It’s not like she has ever purposefully teased someone. If anyone were to draw attention to it, she’d probably blush intensely and clam up. “Major bummer. If I could just…” She sighed in contentment. “I don’t know what you’re doing back there but it feels really good.”

?He can't do this anymore. Not when she tosses that little gem back at him. "Oh." He chokes. "Well I think you feel much more relaxed now. Glad I could help." There's little grace in the way he takes his hands off of her and immediately takes a seat, crossing his leg and resting his arms on his lap, leaning forward. Smile.

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"Oh? What have you been reading where that’s a theme?" She smiles gently, eyes trained on her cocoa. "You think I’m smart?"

"Mmmm. I read Lord of the Flies again. Anthem. The Count of Monte Cristo." He shrugs and finishes his coffee. "Huh? Oh, well, yeah. Obviously."

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"If you want to." There’s a nervous smile that runs across her lips and her delicate hand guides his to the side of her swollen belly, pressing it to where the tiny foot is kicking.

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Does he want to? Kind of. He probably should. She's taking his hand there anyway so that was settled. His brows crease and he waits anxiously. "Weird." He exhales, a bit spooked by the feeling. "That's trippy. Does that feel... really goddamn bizarre for you? It has to..."

Her head stays bowed, trying not to make as much noise as she is inclined to. If he wasn’t relieving so much of her tension, this wouldn’t be a problem. “Um… Tennyson. Wind of the Western Sea.” An audible exhale is heard. “I run out of breath before I can finish.”

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He doesn't know if she's saying all this on purpose to torture him or if he is way too keyed up for his own good. But every other sentence she utters just takes him there. "Bummer." He murmurs because he can't think of anything to say and his mouth is kind of dry and he's concerned he's got a semi going on now.

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"My old English teacher had the same thing, only opposite. Allergic to wheat and then after having a surgery for something else, she wasn’t allergic anymore." She nods. "I know. It does all sorts of stuff without explanation… You still haven’t told me why you asked."

"Wild... yeah. All kinds of shit without any reason. Often stuff you don't want it too, but it's cool when something good actually happens." He takes another guzzle of his coffee and wipes his mouth. Now he leans back and shrugs, shaking his head. "I dunno. No reason, I guess. Just a theme that's been coming up in shit I'm reading. Thought it would be worthwhile to chat with somebody that's actually smart about it."

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"You you know of an agency that would even consider someone as young as me?”

"I don't know. I think income is a bigger deal to them than your age. I don't think it's like renting a car where you gotta be like twenty--six. Maybe you could start with being a foster parent?"

"The baby kicked!"

"Ohh--" cue thick swallowing and an unsure hand hovering. "Do I, uh? Or?"

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Baby RP Starters!

"I've looked up things about your symptoms.. Are you pregnant?"

"You.. You're pregnant?!"

"I'm gonna be a dad.. I'm going to be a dad!"

"I would never leave you.. I'm so excited for this baby."

"As the aunt/uncle of this baby, it is my right to spoil it."

"___ You two are not ready to have a baby, I can't believe it."

"Who's the spawn of satan? You are!"

"Either that was a really bad cramp, or I'm having contractions."

"Don't be mad at me but... I think I might be pregnant.."

"You know how you said you've always wanted a family? Well.. now we have that chance. I'm pregnant!"

"The protection didn't work, okay?! Now we're having a baby!"

"We.. We can't have a baby! Are you kidding me?!"

"Look at him/her.. She's perfect."

"If that stupid doctor tells me one more hour, i'm going to kill them!"

"Well I think you just broke my hand.."

"I lost the baby."

"We.. We lost the baby?"

"He left me when I told him..."

"What about adoption?"

"I went to the doctor.. and... well.. I don't know how to say this.."

"That one night stand was the biggest mistake of our lives.."

"I'm pregnant and I have no idea who the father is."

"I'm scared, ____! I don't know how to raise a baby!"

"What if they don't want the baby, and leave me?"

"The baby kicked!"

"It's really hard to cuddle with you when i'm this fat.."

"I'm so helpless and fat, I hate being pregnant."

"For the last time, you're not fat. You're pregnant."

"I hate you for doing this to me.."

"You're in labor?!"

"You alright? Is something wrong with the baby?"

"Shit.. hospital.. hospital now..!"

"It's a boy/girl."

"I want to name them ______"

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"You mean…. like a stresser?" She laughs softly as she sips her cocoa. "My friend’s a criminal psychology student. She says that a stressful event can trigger breaks in a person’s psyche if they were already sick. You mean like that?"

"Yeah, like that. Like, one of my cousins never had an issue with wheat or whatever until she got in this like, nasty car wreck and it just... started. The body is weird, Rosie."

She groans as he kneads into the knots. “My vocal coach is riding me hard about this particular piece I’m learning.”

The groaning and carrying on. 'Riding me hard...' Tate was toast. He was done for. He clears his throat and tries to not think about anything in particular, bending to rub a forearm and then elbow into her shoulder. "Ah... I see. What uh, kinda piece?"