darkborn
Senior Member
“...”
At this point, Jeremiah just simply gave up when Hime grabbed his hand. He flushed red when Hime said, "I...I guess....you are my...boyfriend now.” There was no use arguing with her, no use in trying to explain it to the room, no use trying to wipe off the smirk off of Margaret’s face. He was already doomed. The whole room was quiet. Jeremiah could obviously tell it was from shock- after all, who declares that they have to be married from a single kiss? Even if Hime thought that kissing causes pregnancy… ...Really, Jeremiah never thought that this situation would happen to him.
"What is...cool...egg?"
That tentative question snapped him back to reality. “College is, well, a place of higher learning. Someplace where you learn how to do your job- a university; a-a, a place where lots of people go to in order to get a higher-functioning job.”
Alright. Slightly wrong- there was no guarantee that he would get a job- but it got the point across well enough. Coolegg? Cool-egg? How on earth did she come up with that? It sounded like kool-aid, for goodness’ sake!
And when Margaret began talking… ooh! Happy couple, my butt! Nothing about that phrase was right! None of it should be! Agh, how did he end up in this situation? As Hime began pulling Jeremiah to the backroom, Hime’s red face was pretty equally matched by Jeremiah’s. Of course, when Jeremiah saw Hime’s sweating face, he felt pretty bad, and wanted to rush things along to the backroom; unfortunately, his mind and his body weren’t cooperating.
When they finally entered the room, Jeremiah took a deep breath. Calm. Calm. Caaaaaalm…. He was panicked, angry. A mood that could end up screwing things up even worse. As Hime began stuttering questions, Jeremiah silently tuned her out so that he could regain control of himself, in addition to his composure. Someone needed to be in control of the situation, at least.
Thankfully, he was ready for when Hime said, "I...I'm p-pregnant..." A preposterous statement, but he obviously couldn’t make her see it different. Still, her panicking like that was of no use to either of them. So, he began talking, “Alright, settle down. If you think you’re pregnant..” This statement at that point was broken by a mutter, which, if someone was listening close enough, was “and I don’t see why you think that…”, before continuing, “Then it makes sense for you to get advice from someone else already experiencing such an event.” He left it in the air for a while, to let her piece it together herself- it was fairly simple whom he was referring to.
“Now, I’m new here. It wouldn’t be good if I couldn’t support both of us. I obviously need to figure out the ropes here: as such, when you think you’re ready for it, can you start explaining to me what you do here?” Work was, of course, first and foremost on his mind. He needed to get some sense of normalcy in his life, and that was probably the best way to get it, in addition to some respect.
At this point, Jeremiah just simply gave up when Hime grabbed his hand. He flushed red when Hime said, "I...I guess....you are my...boyfriend now.” There was no use arguing with her, no use in trying to explain it to the room, no use trying to wipe off the smirk off of Margaret’s face. He was already doomed. The whole room was quiet. Jeremiah could obviously tell it was from shock- after all, who declares that they have to be married from a single kiss? Even if Hime thought that kissing causes pregnancy… ...Really, Jeremiah never thought that this situation would happen to him.
"What is...cool...egg?"
That tentative question snapped him back to reality. “College is, well, a place of higher learning. Someplace where you learn how to do your job- a university; a-a, a place where lots of people go to in order to get a higher-functioning job.”
Alright. Slightly wrong- there was no guarantee that he would get a job- but it got the point across well enough. Coolegg? Cool-egg? How on earth did she come up with that? It sounded like kool-aid, for goodness’ sake!
And when Margaret began talking… ooh! Happy couple, my butt! Nothing about that phrase was right! None of it should be! Agh, how did he end up in this situation? As Hime began pulling Jeremiah to the backroom, Hime’s red face was pretty equally matched by Jeremiah’s. Of course, when Jeremiah saw Hime’s sweating face, he felt pretty bad, and wanted to rush things along to the backroom; unfortunately, his mind and his body weren’t cooperating.
When they finally entered the room, Jeremiah took a deep breath. Calm. Calm. Caaaaaalm…. He was panicked, angry. A mood that could end up screwing things up even worse. As Hime began stuttering questions, Jeremiah silently tuned her out so that he could regain control of himself, in addition to his composure. Someone needed to be in control of the situation, at least.
Thankfully, he was ready for when Hime said, "I...I'm p-pregnant..." A preposterous statement, but he obviously couldn’t make her see it different. Still, her panicking like that was of no use to either of them. So, he began talking, “Alright, settle down. If you think you’re pregnant..” This statement at that point was broken by a mutter, which, if someone was listening close enough, was “and I don’t see why you think that…”, before continuing, “Then it makes sense for you to get advice from someone else already experiencing such an event.” He left it in the air for a while, to let her piece it together herself- it was fairly simple whom he was referring to.
“Now, I’m new here. It wouldn’t be good if I couldn’t support both of us. I obviously need to figure out the ropes here: as such, when you think you’re ready for it, can you start explaining to me what you do here?” Work was, of course, first and foremost on his mind. He needed to get some sense of normalcy in his life, and that was probably the best way to get it, in addition to some respect.
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