11-06-2017, 08:10 AM
Gil could hear the little broken breathes had become dragged on, Gil quickly drank the remaining sake. The clear wine burned through his throat but nothing was more pressing than Mitsuo. He could see the smaller man curling on himself, clearly unable to maintain a straightened back as tradition rendered, and he once again tightneed his hold on Mitsuo as he quickly handed back the cup to the priest in one hand, his eyes now glued to Mitsuo.
He didn't now, nor cared, what the other guests thought now. Mitsuo was whimpering, and in this frantic moment Gil reached low to hold his tiny belly, pressed in and almost hold up, hoping this would help in some ways to stop the baby from descending any more. He looked at the priest with pleading eyes, hoping the aged man would go faster in his prayer or whatever thing he was chanting.
He didn't now, nor cared, what the other guests thought now. Mitsuo was whimpering, and in this frantic moment Gil reached low to hold his tiny belly, pressed in and almost hold up, hoping this would help in some ways to stop the baby from descending any more. He looked at the priest with pleading eyes, hoping the aged man would go faster in his prayer or whatever thing he was chanting.