lovestruckletters | Space ghost coast to coast

[It's good that he can make her laugh at a time like this, and Dandy can't help but smile to himself when she hits his legs. When in doubt, smother your stress with humor.]

Good lookin' face, too. Fantastic bod... It's not fair. I dunno if the world is ready for someone that gorgeous.

I'm not...

[Adds Maya, though strikingly less frightened than her earlier such comments and much more wonder-filled. She leans back against the platform with him again, looking at the painted cieling as though she can see the inside of her imagination through it, images of dark mermaid hair and bright smiles hidden past the art.]

I never even thought about it before... Our kids.

[Theirs. Gross. And only slightly untrue; sure, she's thought about him with kids. She just never connected it as far as his-and-her kid, or really her involvement at all. Especially not when she still feels like a kid herself sometimes.]

But they'd be pretty cool kids.

[Mermaids or not.]

[At least she thought about it a little, Dandy's thoughts couldn't have been farther from the idea. Back in the day, it'd just be one of those things that meant less freedom, one of those horrible things he lived his whole life trying to avoid. One of those...responsibility things.

But that was a long time ago. A part of him is even surprised just how nonearth-shattering this sounds anymore. Maybe this is what growing up is...]

Hey now, it's just kid. You make it sound like you're gonna have a litter.

[At the ideas, Maya shudders-- then laughs.]

I hope not!

[But that's a silly idea even for monsters, she's fairly confident, so she's totally not adding it to the scary list of possibilities.

On the contrast to Dandy, the responsibility of Pearl had been a freedom for Maya- maybe in other ways, the prospect of a baby offered new freedoms too, the biggest being one more excuse to actually enjoy parts of her life here. That didn't mean her obligation to produce heirs was completely gone from her mind, though, and children-plural still presented itself as more of an obligation than just a possibility.

After her laugh she grows a little sheepish about being called on it, toying with her hair and rolling her eyes.]

I just meant I didn't think about it that much, that's all.

Space ghost coast to coast

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