02-06-2020, 11:15 PM
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Moth was pregnant. The word itself enough to drain his face of what little color remained. He should have seen it coming; the inevitability of it all seemed so, so obvious now as he eavesdropped on the joyous family's beginning. Yet before he foolishly turned to look in the other direction, forcing himself to see a future with Selby, and only Selby. No Moth intertwining with his friend as she did now, no empty household ready to be crammed full with tabby toddlers. Now, there would be no time for the needy, whiny poltergeist at all.
Little emotion managed to slip past the face of silent shock he donned, hazel eyes widened ever so slightly and brows pinched upwards. Shakily, Beck offered a lopsided grin to Selby, pride blooming in his waterlogged chest despite his selfish pain. His teeth clenched despite this. While the scrawny boy beamed to the sawbone, upset pricked at the corner of his eyes, persistent even after he frantically blinked it away. He needed to... he needed to leave. Yeah. Then he wouldn't cause a scene. Sucking in more of a hitch than an actual breath, he let his head droop limply, shoulders hunching. But all he could see was a home, a happy home, its doors spilling with equally happy children while happy parents looked on -- and he was still homeless.
A shudder passed through him and he backed up, bumping into a tree trunk with a flinch before he staggered sideways. It hurt, it hurt so badly. Make them hurt, get rid of the spawn before he loves them more, make them bleed, get rid of the parasites -- he was going to ruin everything again, he didn't want to hurt Selby or Moth or anybody. An odd strangled noise escaped him, quiet among the congratulations. Stumbling over his own paws, he hurriedly retreated from the lovers as fast as he could without breaking into a full sprint.
Little emotion managed to slip past the face of silent shock he donned, hazel eyes widened ever so slightly and brows pinched upwards. Shakily, Beck offered a lopsided grin to Selby, pride blooming in his waterlogged chest despite his selfish pain. His teeth clenched despite this. While the scrawny boy beamed to the sawbone, upset pricked at the corner of his eyes, persistent even after he frantically blinked it away. He needed to... he needed to leave. Yeah. Then he wouldn't cause a scene. Sucking in more of a hitch than an actual breath, he let his head droop limply, shoulders hunching. But all he could see was a home, a happy home, its doors spilling with equally happy children while happy parents looked on -- and he was still homeless.
A shudder passed through him and he backed up, bumping into a tree trunk with a flinch before he staggered sideways. It hurt, it hurt so badly. Make them hurt, get rid of the spawn before he loves them more, make them bleed, get rid of the parasites -- he was going to ruin everything again, he didn't want to hurt Selby or Moth or anybody. An odd strangled noise escaped him, quiet among the congratulations. Stumbling over his own paws, he hurriedly retreated from the lovers as fast as he could without breaking into a full sprint.