#syndicatedimmorality

A big smile stretches over her lips and she paws at his hand playfully, taking on the role of a cat for his amusement. She tilts her head, and wiggles her way into his lap much like an actual cat would.

She hadn’t earned the nickname Konakitty for nothing, after all. She nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck and traces her lips over his skin, a noise of contentment building in the back of her throat. The noise greatly resembles a cat purring, but she has to stop and laugh after a few seconds.

"I can’t purr on command, you know. Cats only purr when they’re being pet.” She looks up at him through her lashes with big eyes, refusing to continue until said affection was given to her.

The soft, lulling coo of his voice was heartwarming. The way he talked so fondly to the little life growing in her stomach brings a soft, serene smile to her lips. She places her dainty fingers over his hand, following the motion of his caressing fingers.

He couldn’t feel it just yet, but she could - the movement of their baby, it’s tiny limbs stretching and practicing how to move. It felt like butterflies, or popcorn even, but it’d still be a little but until he could feel it.

"Oppa, I can feel the baby move now. I know you can’t yet, but I can’t wait until you do." She leans forward a little and brushes her lips over his cheek, leading a trail of kisses to his lips. She gives the hand on her stomach a soft squeeze, and smiles against his lips - words couldn’t explain how content and elated she was with how her life had turned out.

[text] W H A T

     Immediately reading this he was ready to puke, he wasn't ready for this kind of responsibility what did this mean for him, what did this mean for his future? Did he have to pick up extra shifts and his job, what do babies even do? Do you need to get leash for them, or like do you need to learn how to speak baby --Deidara was FREAKING OUT. Then anger quickly overwhelmed him.

[text] YOU SHIT HEAD, WHY WOULD YOU TEXT ME THIS SHIT.

Coming to pause at his cousin's house, he wonders briefly if this is a good idea, considering his injuries and all. But there is a chance that Konan might not be in, she might not be in and his cousin is just here, which is good. He's not going to mention either that he was beaten in the months he was gone, nor will he mention the fact that he was coughing off blood from a certain illness.

Pausing, he knocks once, twice and then another time. Eyes focused staring at the door, fingers clutching at the bandage that is hiding his stitches that need to be fixed again, and well this isn't the best way to greet his cousin after three months or was it four of missing.

"Come on you pompous prince...