[Legosi finds himself squinting at the shape she makes with her fingers, even if he's close enough to get the gist without even having to be any nearer. Their offspring is scarcely more than a concept at this stage, slowly growing but very much there. Would the doctors be able to tell the predominant species of the child through ultrasound alone, he wonders? Would that not even be a factor you could see until they're born? It's not like it matters to him- he'd love them even if they had gills somehow- but he is curious. With how large their physical and biological differences are, the gene pool is vast and could be pulling from any number of places.
...Hell, this baby is going to be a small fraction part Komodo dragon themselves. It's pretty far removed at this point, but the fact of the matter is that it will be there. They'll be more hybrid than most, considering that fact.
As Haru rubs her eye, Legosi just...sets his muzzle gently atop her head, sniffing.]
It's okay. I think it's...exciting, to speculate what they might be like.
[Exciting, nervewracking...it's much better assuming they'll be okay and healthy than allowing himself to dwell on the possibility that some complications arise.]
And thank you...I know grandpa would be very happy to know you feel that way. He's worked very hard to find his happiness in life. This will only contribute to that.
[Ah Legosi is just so...big and warm. And the careful weight of his muzzle on her head, the clean post-shower smell emanating from his fur, the strong feelings that had brought tears to her eyes ebbs away into something quieter, more pleasant and manageable.]
You're right...it's normal for [parents; the word stop shorts in application to the two of them, because like he's said, it still doesn't feel real, so after only a small pause:] people to get ahead of themselves.
[And to someone like Haru, thinking about the future far in advance is still very new, something to get used to. Something she's had to learn, in time, thanks in part to the level of understanding and importance Legosi felt towards her and how, in turn, she knew she wanted a future with him.
She hums, happily, thoughtfully, and reaches up to run her hand along the length of his muzzle. Idly scratching him when she comes to stop at his cheek.]
I hope he's also happy to be a go-to baby sitter. [Said jokingly. She's still a few semesters away from graduating, and she's not going to put an end to that.
But, before she can get even more ahead of herself, there's a knock at the door, and Haru begins to detangle herself out from under Legosi, though she'd rather not move from their cozy little bubble of 'what-ifs.']
Coming! [Said towards the door, crawling on her hands and knees before standing up. Even if Legosi is going to try to take it on himself to answer the door instead of his girlfriend, she works hard to be a few steps ahead of him whenever she can; and getting delivery is no exception to that.]
[Haru's on the same brainwave as Legosi, seeing as how he'd immediately started to try to stand, only to have Haru wiggle herself free from him before he could properly get up. He decides to sink back into a sit, watching her go to the door while he waits in her wake. He's realizing that she's probably on borrowed time here, in terms of how much longer she'll be able to easily do things herself. Not that he imagines she'll let pregnancy stop her, but...he's under the assumption it's probably difficult on smaller mammals in particular. There's a lot of weight to carry, a lot of extra energy that needs to be stored to suit both the baby and the mother's needs.
He's going to make sure he's there for her, every single step of the way. Even if he turns into an absolute nuisance of a helicopter spouse, that's just how it's going to have to be.
God. He really is turning into his grandpa...]
I think he would be disappointed if he wasn't the first to be considered.
[He calls after her, his tail sweeping the floor.]
[When Haru had been left alone with her thoughts the hours between realizing she was late and before Legosi came home, she's already come to grips with the idea of working on borrowed time. For a small rabbit like her, longevity and the lack thereof is something that always needles away at the back of her mind.
And Legosi is right in his assumption that she's not going to let this stop her from doing and acting in the way she usually does, so in the ways that his potential helicoptering is going to be a pain, considering the can-do attitude that does sometimes exceed her physical limitations, the wolf's going to have to be a nuisance every now and again.
...besides, Haru will probably appreciate the attention.
As she answers the door to accept the delivery, she keeps it open just a crack to keep from prying eyes, still in want of privacy. And after thanking the delivery animal, accepting the boxes of takeout made with large mammals in mind, she nudges the door closed with her foot.
Continuing their conversation, as the smell of greasy takeout wafts through the small studio:]
There's always my mom and dad...and siblings too. So we're not short of extra hands but-- [Setting the contents down on the table, she settles back next to him, already starting to rifle through and set their meals up for them. And she'll happily make use of the large mammal chopsticks provided with the meal.] I don't know, your grandpa's like you. Big and reliable.
Big and reliable...I think he would be happy, hearing that.
[Gosha always strived to be exactly that. Helpful to a fault, sometimes to his own detriment...but he always meant well. Legosi could sense that even as a young pup, even when the world was unfair and nothing seemed to make sense. He'd gone off to Cherryton halfway against his komodo dragon heritage...now he wishes he'd embraced it more.
His nose is already going before the food gets properly set down, and he's not even meaning to really sniff the air as aggressively as he is. It's a canine thing...Haru will probably be able to feel his snuffling breath tickling the backs of her ears as he leans over her, clasping his hands together around her front.]
It smells good...
we can probably timeskip to a new scenario if you want!
[She remains smiling at that, nice and easy even as his hot dog breath tickles the fur at her ears and back of her head as Legosi gets all up in her space. It does smell good, and happily the promise of food and a filling meal doesn't make her stomach do flipflops. Even as she sets their table (which is really just hefting out large-mammal sized portions of to-go boxes and setting them out) she doesn't nudge Legosi away.
Not that she'll want him eating over her. But sitting next to each other is certainly nice after a long day.]
Well! Let's dig in. Just smelling it isn't going to do us much good.
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...Hell, this baby is going to be a small fraction part Komodo dragon themselves. It's pretty far removed at this point, but the fact of the matter is that it will be there. They'll be more hybrid than most, considering that fact.
As Haru rubs her eye, Legosi just...sets his muzzle gently atop her head, sniffing.]
It's okay. I think it's...exciting, to speculate what they might be like.
[Exciting, nervewracking...it's much better assuming they'll be okay and healthy than allowing himself to dwell on the possibility that some complications arise.]
And thank you...I know grandpa would be very happy to know you feel that way. He's worked very hard to find his happiness in life. This will only contribute to that.
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You're right...it's normal for [parents; the word stop shorts in application to the two of them, because like he's said, it still doesn't feel real, so after only a small pause:] people to get ahead of themselves.
[And to someone like Haru, thinking about the future far in advance is still very new, something to get used to. Something she's had to learn, in time, thanks in part to the level of understanding and importance Legosi felt towards her and how, in turn, she knew she wanted a future with him.
She hums, happily, thoughtfully, and reaches up to run her hand along the length of his muzzle. Idly scratching him when she comes to stop at his cheek.]
I hope he's also happy to be a go-to baby sitter. [Said jokingly. She's still a few semesters away from graduating, and she's not going to put an end to that.
But, before she can get even more ahead of herself, there's a knock at the door, and Haru begins to detangle herself out from under Legosi, though she'd rather not move from their cozy little bubble of 'what-ifs.']
Coming! [Said towards the door, crawling on her hands and knees before standing up. Even if Legosi is going to try to take it on himself to answer the door instead of his girlfriend, she works hard to be a few steps ahead of him whenever she can; and getting delivery is no exception to that.]
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He's going to make sure he's there for her, every single step of the way. Even if he turns into an absolute nuisance of a helicopter spouse, that's just how it's going to have to be.
God. He really is turning into his grandpa...]
I think he would be disappointed if he wasn't the first to be considered.
[He calls after her, his tail sweeping the floor.]
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And Legosi is right in his assumption that she's not going to let this stop her from doing and acting in the way she usually does, so in the ways that his potential helicoptering is going to be a pain, considering the can-do attitude that does sometimes exceed her physical limitations, the wolf's going to have to be a nuisance every now and again.
...besides, Haru will probably appreciate the attention.
As she answers the door to accept the delivery, she keeps it open just a crack to keep from prying eyes, still in want of privacy. And after thanking the delivery animal, accepting the boxes of takeout made with large mammals in mind, she nudges the door closed with her foot.
Continuing their conversation, as the smell of greasy takeout wafts through the small studio:]
There's always my mom and dad...and siblings too. So we're not short of extra hands but-- [Setting the contents down on the table, she settles back next to him, already starting to rifle through and set their meals up for them. And she'll happily make use of the large mammal chopsticks provided with the meal.] I don't know, your grandpa's like you. Big and reliable.
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[Gosha always strived to be exactly that. Helpful to a fault, sometimes to his own detriment...but he always meant well. Legosi could sense that even as a young pup, even when the world was unfair and nothing seemed to make sense. He'd gone off to Cherryton halfway against his komodo dragon heritage...now he wishes he'd embraced it more.
His nose is already going before the food gets properly set down, and he's not even meaning to really sniff the air as aggressively as he is. It's a canine thing...Haru will probably be able to feel his snuffling breath tickling the backs of her ears as he leans over her, clasping his hands together around her front.]
It smells good...
we can probably timeskip to a new scenario if you want!
Not that she'll want him eating over her. But sitting next to each other is certainly nice after a long day.]
Well! Let's dig in. Just smelling it isn't going to do us much good.