"Well maybe not between you two, but in general. Reva, you must have a nice man, right? You're pretty." Niza gave a sing song hum, closing her eyes briefly as she thought. "And you as well, Han. You can't tell me you aren't married." It was quite entertaining to see the two of them getting flustered at all of her questions, and it only made Nizhoni want to ask more, but she figured she shouldn't cause too much of a ruckus just yet. Reva looked to be the more collected out of the pair, but then again Han just seemed like he'd never been asked any questions such as the ones she was posing before - and that was a little weird because surely humans would ask about their mates too, wouldn't they? Or maybe it wasn't as open as it was with her kind.
"That awkward forced smile tells me everything, Dr. Han." Niza pursed her lips, pointing her nose up and continuing along to the truck. When Han gestured for the back, she huffed. "You got me right before I was about to call shotgun," she said, hopping inside and sitting cross-legged in the back. A twenty minute drive, she wondered what she might be able to ask them other than more queries about their lack of a love life. Or possibly she might just stay quiet, watch how they interacted. More fun.
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"When're they supposed to do that?" Ceral asked casually. He suspected that they'd do the ultrasound soon enough, unless they just wanted to wait until the last minute; unless they had a forklift, though, they could count on Ceral sitting his ass down and waiting for someone to come pick him up and get him to the lab because he didn't plan on walking himself further along if they decided to take their sweet syrupy time.
Ceral took Ivy's hand and stood, following her outside and visibly relaxing. Not being in that nest had its perks. Even though his life had mostly consisted of staying in dark places himself, now that he had Ivy and was carrying her clutch, he didn't really want to be at the peak of his pregnancy and wanting to go outside when he couldn't. It was an odd paradox or something, truthfully.
"Okay, you can have all the kisses you'd like." Ceral stretched forward, arching his back as he struggled to get somewhat comfortable with the new weight in his front. "You gotta yell at Nym for stealing me away though!" he smirked, glancing back towards his mate. "Not really, don't yell at him. He's too nice to be yelled at."
"That awkward forced smile tells me everything, Dr. Han." Niza pursed her lips, pointing her nose up and continuing along to the truck. When Han gestured for the back, she huffed. "You got me right before I was about to call shotgun," she said, hopping inside and sitting cross-legged in the back. A twenty minute drive, she wondered what she might be able to ask them other than more queries about their lack of a love life. Or possibly she might just stay quiet, watch how they interacted. More fun.
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"When're they supposed to do that?" Ceral asked casually. He suspected that they'd do the ultrasound soon enough, unless they just wanted to wait until the last minute; unless they had a forklift, though, they could count on Ceral sitting his ass down and waiting for someone to come pick him up and get him to the lab because he didn't plan on walking himself further along if they decided to take their sweet syrupy time.
Ceral took Ivy's hand and stood, following her outside and visibly relaxing. Not being in that nest had its perks. Even though his life had mostly consisted of staying in dark places himself, now that he had Ivy and was carrying her clutch, he didn't really want to be at the peak of his pregnancy and wanting to go outside when he couldn't. It was an odd paradox or something, truthfully.
"Okay, you can have all the kisses you'd like." Ceral stretched forward, arching his back as he struggled to get somewhat comfortable with the new weight in his front. "You gotta yell at Nym for stealing me away though!" he smirked, glancing back towards his mate. "Not really, don't yell at him. He's too nice to be yelled at."