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"Hey. Hey, wake up." You urge, nudging them with your feet until they stir. "You three doing okay?"
"Tired." Chen yawns.
"Yeah, I gathered that much." You admit. "Looks like your babies will be coming any time now, though. ... Can you tell if they're doing okay, or anything? Maybe some hint about when they'll be ready?"
"Babies will come out of Tenshi later." Tenshi says, and Chen nods in sleepy agreement.
Alice, however, looks thoughtful.
"... Babies are moving, inside." She says, after a minute. "Will come soon."
"That's good." You say. Alice first then, and the other two some time after that... you guess. Assuming that they know what they're talking about, anyway. They probably do.
"So... there's something else I was wondering. How do you clean yourselves, if you dissolve in water?" You wonder aloud.
"Water... isn't bad right away." Tenshi answers after a moment of thought, even as Chen scoffs. "Can splash on, a little, and wipe off. In little bits, fine. Okay for rinsing off dirt. Or smells. Problems come only when too much water is used."
"So the answer would be... 'really carefully', I guess?" You say.
"Licking also cleans." Chen points out.
"But licking means tasting everything wiped off." Tenshi points out right back.
You sigh and shake your head. Well, that ate a little time, at least, though it could have been more. You could call Sam, though. He might have advice for this. He probably has some experience at birthing yukkuri.
.... Well, or maybe not, since they're apparently all born on a conveyor belt or something, but it's still a plan. The phone's right in your pocket, where you stick it every morning. ... The little card with his number on it isn't.
You stand up, slowly, and shift out of the tangle around your feet, noticing that Alice seems to have drifted off again, and the others are about ready to do the same. Where did you leave that card... you know you put it in your pocket. These aren't the same pants, though. The card will probably be in the pocket of the pants you wore that day. You just have to find those.
... Damn it, where did you take them off, again? Not on the floor where you might have dropped them, you didn't stick them in a drawer. Closet"... Nope, not there. Well, there's not too many other places they could be, leaving aside stupid things like 'the kitchen', so...
Ah, there they are. Bathroom. You don't know why you left those pants on the bathroom counter, along with your shirt, but that's where they are. Pockets completely empty of cards and phone numbers.
Well, that's just... no, you remember, now. You took it out of your pocket, and did something with it. You can't recall what, but it was a thing that made sense to do at the time. It shouldn't be too hard to find.
You spend some minutes rummaging through drawers, both in the bathroom and bedroom, before glancing down beneath the bed to see if you left it on top of something and it fell down there. No such luck. it's not on, or beneath, the living room table either. Nor is it on the table by the apartment exit, or in the drawer, or beneath it.
Gah. How much trouble can one little slip of paper be to find? Whatever you did with it was stupid, and you've spent over an hour now looking for it, and.... there it is. Held to the fridge with a magnet. Yeah, because that makes sense, and is a reasonable place to look for phone numbers. You only even came in here to get a drink of water and make a sandwich before looking again. But okay.
You make the sandwich anyway, since it looks like between everyone the pot has been scraped clean. Sam can wait until you've eaten.
... You have time to finish half of it before something starts tugging at your pants-leg, and you look down to meet Alice's wide eyes.
"... It's time." She says, looking confused and distressed, clutching at her belly with the other hand.
The clock reads 12:53. You swallow what's left in your mouth, and leave the rest of the sandwich on the counter, forgotten.
"Okay, so, uh... just... breath?" You offer feebly, before shaking your head. "Um... go ahead and lie down, and I'll... look, let's put you on the bed, and I'll set a towel out, for this."
You move quickly, setting her down, but by the time you're back with the towel, she's already started breathing heavily and spasming. You set the towel out and move her onto it, then spend a moment feeling awkward as Alice grits her teeth and trembles.
"I... look, I don't know what I'm doing here." You admit. "Just... be careful, and if something goes wrong, I'll run for orange juice, or..."
You're babbling. You realize this, and shut up. Then after a long moment of indecision, you sit up on the bed and gently move her head into your lap, and start stroking her hair. It seems to calm her, though it doesn't do much to relieve the pain, as far as you can tell.
"You always hear doctors telling the mother to 'push', but I don't know if that works the same... uh. Damn it, all I need is for Frank to wake up and see me worrying like this, he'd get a kick out of it..." You ramble. "Look, you're doing fine, okay? Just keep at it, let's move that skirt... Yeah, uh, something's definitely poking out. Just keep... doing whatever you're doing."
"Hurts." Alice groans softly, as the baby squeezes the rest of the way out.
It's bodied, though it would fit in your hand without trouble. A tiny little thing. It also has gossamer-thin wings, and after a moment it floats up into the air without trouble.
"Shanghai~" It says, cheerily, smiling at everything around it.
.... No way. Even with all conditions perfectly ideal, which these aren't, the odds of one of those being born are less than one in twenty. In this case... no, even one in a hundred would be too generous an estimate. Maybe one in two or three hundred, you guess. But whatever the odds were, they were super-long.
It floats over to try to hug your ear, and then to nestle in your hair, as you murmur encouraging things to Alice and think.
You could sell it, of course. They're rare, after all, and so there's doubtless somebody out there who would buy it. Or you could keep it. It's rare, and you're starting a cafe... you bet that there would be at least a few people that would come by as regular customers just for the draw of being able to see the rare type. Maybe enough for keeping it to be the better business plan. You didn't even bother to look up how much they might be worth, with them being so rare.
To be honest, you're still pretty stunned that one was born at all. Nobody's going to believe it was from a crop sired by Tenshi, though. Not when you have a Marisa in the apartment too, they'll just assume that it was the two of them. It doesn't really matter, though.
... Ah, it looks like Alice is done. Besides the Shanghai crooning in your hair, that's... a single infant Alice, with a body, and six little Tenshi, equally split between blobs and bodies.
Some are rubbing affectionately at their mother, and while she's panting from exhaustion, she takes a moment to stroke them back. A couple, one of the blobs and the infant Alice, are rubbing with equal affection against your leg.
"Dwaddie!" The blob decides aloud.
.... No. You probably shouldn't let that thought linger in its head.
"No, I'm not." You reply. "Tenshi is your daddy..."
"Tenchi ij...?" The blob says, in confusion. "Tenchi ijn't hewe. Dwaddiej chould be dere when babiej ij bworn." It says, somberly. "Dwaddie ij hewe, and dwaddie!"
The little Alice is nodding in agreement with the logic. Hoo boy.
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1:10 PM
+1 Shanghai, infant, bodied.
+1 Alice, infant, bodied.
+3 Tenshi, infant, blob.
+3 Tenshi, infant, bodied.
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