[PMSingTiger]

Svara growled as he tried to reach the same glass for the fifth time. His belly was still swollen with Isra's brood, and it just continued to grow, making him incapable of menial tasks. "FUCK FUCK FUCK! AHHHH" He screeched, throwing the other glass he had to the floor. It shattered in a loud crash, that made him feel a lot better. At least the bar was empty for the moment, being so early in the morning.

His long tangle of blonde hair, fell down his back to his ass in a damp sweaty heap. While wearing female clothes tend to help with the heat flashes (He still wasn't happy about the hormonal onslaught he was going through because of this pregnancy) it did have the added bonus of getting him tons of tips when he worked the bar. Also most didn't take his vulgar mouth serious when they thought they were talking to a pregnant girl.

He snorted at the broken glass, contemplating if Isra should pick it up. His musing was cut off when the door opened and a small red head walked in. Green and blue eyes tracked the stranger all the way to the bar stool where he promptly sat down. Although Svara couldn't complain much about the bar, he still wasn't exactly people literate, he socially inept. Oh, and he had major anger issues and to many visible scars. If he got one more man asking him about the one that traveled down his ass into his shorts he would break a bitch...kinda like he broken that dips hits nose...and Isra had to drag him off of him...like a crazy pregnant tasmanian devil.

He patted his swollen abdomen, unwilling to admit that he was looking forward to seeing his little mutants in the flesh. They might be so ugly they reverted back to cute, he could only hope. Looking back to the new comer, his androgynous face a blank mask. "I don't read minds...don't ask about my ass scar...what do you want?" He said sourly...per the norm.