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[deepseasilva]

My dad would find a way. Trust me sweetheart. If he knew I knocked someone up, he would rip me a new one and have me marry the chick before any DNA test could even happy.

There are DNA tests for that matter. And as for your father. You’re his child, for god’s sake. Try talking to him in advance and maybe he’ll understand. If you’re truly sure you didn’t do it and that there is no possibility to be your child than you have nothing to worry about.  

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If I were stuck raising it, it would be a boy. And listen sweetheart, you could have gotten preggers just from all those dreams I'm sure you have about me. And besides, if my dad caught wind of this, I'd be responsible, whether either of us liked it or not.

No, it wouldn’t because it wouldn’t be yours. Not sure if you lied to yourself enough to believe that it happened, but we never fucked. You hold no responsibility. And you can’t just assume that if someone is supposedly pregnant that it’s a boy.

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Yes. Yes it would be. Because everyone would believe it's my kid and I would have to take care of him.

I’m not, but even if I was it’d be none of your concern.

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What argument? If she starts swelling like a watermelon, I have no have argument. None that anyone will believe. Damnit. My father is going to fucking kill me.

[rolls her eyes]Tell me about it. I really don’t understand the pleasure from doing something like that.  Well, I’m sure everyone will believe you. If you bring a proper argument. 

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Got any baby names picked out daddy-to-be?

Shut the fuck up. Seriously. Shut the fuck up. I did not knock anyone up.

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Please tell me you didn't let that scumbag Osmond kid knock you up. Please Amelie...

I’m not even going to object.

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Listen Hazelnut. I know it's completely irrelevant. But please...please...tell me you're not knocked up. 

The only thing we’ll ever be in agreement with.

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The gossip whores. They'll go to any lengths just to piss me off. I did not knock anyone up. Especially not some witch bitch.

Who even said that?

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Listen motherfuckers. One more word about me knocking up some witch chick, and I will end your fucking life.

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If you really want to know, I was here all along, with you're assistant captain. She'd been feeling a bit...anxious...about upcoming competitions. I was just helping her let off some steam.

Excuse me, what are you doing here?

Maybe you have a good answer for it then?

Well, I haven’t seen you in a while—[Amelie sighs takes a step back so that she can lean one side against the door way.] aaand I just wanted to see if the prodigal captain really returned or not. Now I have, so I’ll be out of your hair again.

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You're lucky I'm not in the mood for pretty boys right now, or else I'd put your lips to better use. 

[He grabs Cooper by his hair, yanking him into a bathroom stall before shoving his head down in a toilet. Smirking, Prosper waits a few seconds before flushing the toilet]

Lets see if you're still smiling now...[Prosper pulls his face out of the toilet, allowing the boy a brief second to catch his breath before dunking him down again]

Excuse me, what are you doing here?

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[smirks, stepping closer to her, still wearing nothing but the towel wrapped around his waist]

As you wish sweetheart. How much closer should I get before you hand it over. [He steps even closer, inches away from her] Here?

Excuse me, what are you doing here?

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[Lets go, laughing as her punches are ineffective, Prosper smiling gleefully]

Oh really, Hazelnut? I'd really like to see that play out. In fact...

[reaching his hand out, flicking her nose with his index finger]

Still standing, sweetheart.

Excuse me, what are you doing here?

[gasps and beats at his chest with her hands as she tries to push him away. She turned her head away from him, and wiggles enough to free one arm from between them to slap it as hard as she could muster against the side of his face.]

I swear to gods if you ever think about touching me again, it’ll be the last thing you ever fucking do.

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Keep clawing pretty boy. [tightens hold around his neck]

Keep talking too. [throws his arm around in a powerful hook right into Cooper's side]

Excuse me, what are you doing here?

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[smiles as she struggles to move him]

Adorable. One last thing though.

[wraps an arm around her waist, palm sliding up her back and pulling her close, Prosper's signature smirk fading as he leans down, kissing her while her tongue is still visible]

Excuse me, what are you doing here?

[mutters] Fucking pig.

Get the fuck out of my way, Prosper. [tries to nudge him out of the way to get to through the door]

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[laughs, only one punch landing on Prosper as he moves behind Cooper, grabbing him in a choke hold, muscles suffocating the boy's air]

For someone so clever, you are a fucking idiot when it comes to choosing your opponents. Guess you need to be taught a lesson.

Excuse me, what are you doing here?

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[leans back against the door]

Has anyone ever told you how positively sexy you are when you get mad? Really, it's quite a sight. 

Excuse me, what are you doing here?

My shoulders are tense because I don’t like being alone with you, and I know my boyfriend won’t like it. I roll my eyes because you annoy the shit out of me. You’re far too pompous and ignorant for me to find you the slightest bit attractive. And I prefer brown eyes.

I can promise to whatever deity you prefer that I’m not experiencing the slightest smidgen of arousal. I’m closer to vomiting than being turned on by you. So it’d be great if you accepted that.