Well, it seemed the time had come. The discomfort had gone from the usual levels to overwhelming, and Cy just sorta knew. It seemed that the puppies were coming, whether she wanted them to or not. All of this, and basically at the same time Celeste's were as well. Did they even have enough healers to handle this? Probably not. Let them tend to the alpha, she'd handle this on her own. Try to handle this on her own. How the fuck was she going to do that? Cy couldn't help but cry out from the pain of it, alternating between the sobs and the whimpering. Peppered with expletives, with shouting, with crying. These fuckers were big, too big. How on earth was she supposed to do this without literally dying? Like being spit in two. Going from zero puppies by her side to three was a process that was long and arduous, but well... there was no stopping half way. There was no putting them back. The wraith had to finish what she started. And by the time she finished, all she could do was cry. They all seemed to be alive, seemed to be healthy. Exhausted, barely minutes pass. Cyanide cries herself to sleep. cyanide he said to be cool but i'm already coolest

Juggling two girlfriends who were gonna pop any day now was...awful, stressful and chaotic in all the ways Kuroki didn't like. He found himself bouncing between both of their little hidey holes, running himself ragged as he checked in on one, then rushed to the other. Back and forth till his legs felt all noodly. It was nothing compared to what they were going through, what they would be going through if Kuroki's fleeting thread of common sense was correct. Dipping his head into Cy's den he sniffed, only to realise he'd been too late. Oops. Shuffling down onto his belly, he gave the poor and exhausted Cy's muzzle a quick lick, before he has a look at the three little white and black beans nuzzled against her chest. They were all squirming, little paws reaching out as they mewled softly. And you know...since poor Cy deserved her sleep he figured he ought to name them, one less thing for her to worry about, right? Starting with the Klein look alike, he paused for a moment, thinking real hard. "Tamagoyaki." He decided, before looking at the striped chimera bean. "Unagi." And then for the last one, the most koi-ish out of the bunch."Maki." And yes he was hungry, how can you tell?

Somewhere far away, she can feel something. A nudge to her muzzle, and it's not a puppy. Cyanide becomes dully aware that she's no longer alone in this. No longer alone in this thing, this whatever it was, and in the more literal sense too. Eyes fluttering open for a moment, fighting the sleep that had only just come on. At least she has the presence of mind to wipe at her eyes, trying to clear away any evidence that she'd shed tears. "Hey." She speaks after a long moment. He'd named them, that was good. The wraith manages a small smile, through the aches and just how tired she is. Mentally and physically tired. "What'dya think?" Cyanide inclined her head to the puppies at her side. They looked more like guinea pigs than anything else at this point, but they were here. They were here and in one piece. That seemed like enough, at least for now. For once, the wraith actually wanted to look happy. She was happy... why was it so hard to seem like she was. Looking at the pups was strange, and maybe a little surreal. "Damn, we made those." Maybe she's a little delirious. Blame it on the stress and the pain. cyanide he said to be cool but i'm already coolest