Who: Neal (likeadance) and Enigma (_enigma) What: Talking things out Where: Her room When: After she springs the news on him. Status: Closed
Enigma was curled up on her side, holding her stomach as she leaned against the toilet she had spent the better part of several days being sick into. She was tired, and tired of being sick. Apparently this was a 'thing' with pregnancy, but she was already way past over it. In fact, she kind of wanted to find a magic user to make use of their powers and speed up her pregancy to 'done'.
She groaned, her stomach rolling and she sat up, leaning over the bowl, but all that happened was she ended up spitting out the saliva that build up in her mouth, making a face. "I would honestly kill for a toothbrush." she muttered.