02-23-2018, 04:40 AM
Maor nodded. "Maybe when you're feeling a bit better, we can try to look around as much as possible."
It wasn't like they had anything in the room to basically make them stay after all. Fortunately for Maor, he didn't seem as exhausted as Ethan seemingly displayed. That didn't mean it might not take its toll on him however.
"Dude, none of this is normal," he chuckled as Ethan washed his mouth out with the mouthwash. "Men don't get pregnant where we're from and clearly, pregnancies don't make us swell out completely in two weeks and still make us suffer the entire nine months. Do you think we'll struggle being able to even move around?"
Maor placed a hand down on his visible bump underneath the shirt. He looked like he was practically on the verge of nearing nine months with just a regular child, yet a part of him noticed that at the same time, he had yet to start waddling around. That probably was going to happen by tomorrow if by some strange miracle him and Ethan didn't put on more weight by the end of the day. Maor walked out the bathroom, easing his way on the bed after placing the plate back on the table. It didn't look like there was another bed nearby, so sharing it with Ethan was probably for the best and to be honest, Maor sort of wanted that. They were separated last night and now this was their condition.
"I wish I could say we could figure this out," he stated while placing a hand on Ethan's baby bump as a means to help console the shorter male. "But I don't know anything about life anymore."
Maor had seemingly become depressed again, but he eased himself under some of the covers.
Elsewhere, Adam had heard the news. Twenty-Five children were conceived by him and Ethan both. He nodded at the news.
"If you think it pleases me to know I'm making someone else suffer, it doesn't," he responded to Camilla. "But...we're this close now, closer than we've been before. Let me know what I can do and I'll try to help."
The keyword was try. Adam knew Ethan would still be mad at him and on top of that, as Adam said before, he could be very cruel and manipulative just to get what he wanted. His normalcy went out the drain thousands of years ago however when their Maker deprived him of his normal like and clearly, such a trait rubbed off on him and Carl both. Carl had to deal with the fact that he would forever be at the age of almost becoming a full adult yet still a young man at the same time. That surely had to have him filled with all that angsty rage yet rational thinking all the time. As for Adam though, clearly he was a full on adult. While both their mind goals were to essentially have children at long last now that they were considered Elders, Adam essentially wanted to feel the word "love" again in hopes it would make his heart beat again. That wouldn't happen though, not with how twisted he had become in the. The only sense for him to do was to try and be civilized while fighting the constant hunger.
It wasn't like they had anything in the room to basically make them stay after all. Fortunately for Maor, he didn't seem as exhausted as Ethan seemingly displayed. That didn't mean it might not take its toll on him however.
"Dude, none of this is normal," he chuckled as Ethan washed his mouth out with the mouthwash. "Men don't get pregnant where we're from and clearly, pregnancies don't make us swell out completely in two weeks and still make us suffer the entire nine months. Do you think we'll struggle being able to even move around?"
Maor placed a hand down on his visible bump underneath the shirt. He looked like he was practically on the verge of nearing nine months with just a regular child, yet a part of him noticed that at the same time, he had yet to start waddling around. That probably was going to happen by tomorrow if by some strange miracle him and Ethan didn't put on more weight by the end of the day. Maor walked out the bathroom, easing his way on the bed after placing the plate back on the table. It didn't look like there was another bed nearby, so sharing it with Ethan was probably for the best and to be honest, Maor sort of wanted that. They were separated last night and now this was their condition.
"I wish I could say we could figure this out," he stated while placing a hand on Ethan's baby bump as a means to help console the shorter male. "But I don't know anything about life anymore."
Maor had seemingly become depressed again, but he eased himself under some of the covers.
Elsewhere, Adam had heard the news. Twenty-Five children were conceived by him and Ethan both. He nodded at the news.
"If you think it pleases me to know I'm making someone else suffer, it doesn't," he responded to Camilla. "But...we're this close now, closer than we've been before. Let me know what I can do and I'll try to help."
The keyword was try. Adam knew Ethan would still be mad at him and on top of that, as Adam said before, he could be very cruel and manipulative just to get what he wanted. His normalcy went out the drain thousands of years ago however when their Maker deprived him of his normal like and clearly, such a trait rubbed off on him and Carl both. Carl had to deal with the fact that he would forever be at the age of almost becoming a full adult yet still a young man at the same time. That surely had to have him filled with all that angsty rage yet rational thinking all the time. As for Adam though, clearly he was a full on adult. While both their mind goals were to essentially have children at long last now that they were considered Elders, Adam essentially wanted to feel the word "love" again in hopes it would make his heart beat again. That wouldn't happen though, not with how twisted he had become in the. The only sense for him to do was to try and be civilized while fighting the constant hunger.