Patrick was sitting in this room he’d decided to take for himself, a large king sized bed with a large makeshift cot and an adjoining bathroom. He’d moved the cot into the bathroom, so that he can sit and play the guitar. Lolli had left her position by the cot, and was now curled up behind Patrick, her eyes closed as she listened to the gentle strumming of chords. After a while, Patrick closes his eyes, words flowing from his lips. He’s not the best singer, but then again, he’s not the best guitarist, but it serves its purpose. Lolli’s deep purr adds an affectionate note to the music, and Patrick finds himself leaning back and smiling. Giving birth had been such an ordeal for him, it was nice to just sit and relax.
To be fair on Paddy, he’d never have expected to give birth, so he hadn’t exactly read books or researched it. So when Poppy poofs of his manly bits, and replaced them with womanly bits, and was about to walk out, that had made the boy freak out. Not to mention the amount of tries it took. For a moment, he’d nearly chickened out. But, if he had, Poppy would probably have made them into quadruplets and left him. Dude, she may even have put a curse on him or summit that meant he couldn’t give birth, and nobody could get them out. Holy SHIT! That would have been BEYOND bad! So, now that he had full flexibility and full visual on his toes, Paddy was a happy boy. Well, until the door was knocked upon, and Zoey’s voice floated through. He blinked, stopped strumming and singing, and cast his eyes about for some sort of clothing. Placing the guitar down carefully, before leaping off the bed, getting his legs tangled in the covers, and falls face first onto the floor just to grab a pair of trousers. A near slient curse and a bolt of electricity are the only noises in the room, apart from the sound of Zoey’s voice. He stuggles to pull them on, feet going through the wrong holes. After the fithf attempt he finally gets them on, before leaping back on the bed. He picks up the guitar, gets his fingers into an A chord, and speaks.
Come in.
A quick flick of his hand over his hair, before he looks to the door. His jaw only just stops from dropping, and he blinks. Zoey, in a silver dress and silver shoes. Patrick sat on the bed, his legs bent slightly, bare back resting against Lolli’s large flank. The boy swallowed loudly, before smiling a little shakily.
Um, hey Zoey. Come in and close the door. The twins are sleeping, but…er…
His voice trailed off and he swallowed loudly. He was suddenly very aware of the lack of clothing on his pale frame. His ribs showed, the bruises on his stomach almost faded. His scars were stark and stretched, violent pink jagged lines on ghostly white flesh. He hadn’t been unpregnant long, but the marks on his stomach had already disappeared. He was back to being skinny Paddy, and though happy about that, suddenly realized that sitting with little to no clothing on in the same room as a girl who has feelings for him, and who he ash feelings for, with the fourth curse buzzing around may not be the best idea. He smiles at her, while wandering what he’d do if one of them got affected. Hurriedly, and worriedly, he brushed that thought away, concentrating on Zoey. Again he swallows, before meeting her eyes and smiling.
So…er…what brings you here?
Lolli laughs silently at her Fay, and receives a mental (and rather hard) nudge that said “shut the fuck up before I bite you!”. Temper, temper.