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( How can he know? Did he really know how many eggs were inside of him? Was it something planned, like all of this was? Could he sense it? Did he have others like Basil before? He doesn't know. He doesn't have time to think of it. All he wants right now is to focus on the kiss to his forehead, the gentle fingers over his stomach. His breathing is scattered, broken as he looks to Kazuya almost helplessly.
It's as comforting as can be, given the situation, his hand moving to the one on his stomach before he feels another surge of pain fill him from his stomach, building all over his body and he feels himself tense up once more, attempting to straighten a bit and willing himself to relax as much as possible. )
I... I can feel it coming!
( He brings another hand upwards, arm covering his eyes when he feels tears once again sting his eyes. He pushes then, desperate for the foreign object to leave him. His entire body feels hot -- too hot -- and it's hard to focus on anything but the pain as a quiet cry leaves him. He clings to the other's hand then, and he can't help but gasp when he feels the last egg leave him, sliding out and safely onto the bed. )
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