It was unmistakable, even after six months Cirno was still Cirno. Even after everything that had happened. Cirno’s pregnancy protruded outwards from his body, as if it were clinging onto him for dear life. His skin was so tight around the waist, but he had lost a lot of fat and weight, probably because he was a man.
“I haven’t seen your face in a while.” Cirno didn’t even turn around at the voice; he could smell GAR expert’s scent. A clean, but familiar smell only GAR expert could maintain.
“Cirno.” He felt a loss for words. Cirno was carrying his child, all he felt was concern of the both of them, “Are you all right?”
Cirno turned sharply, shouting out a string of biting words. “Look at me, I’m a fucking pregnant man! But besides that, I’m okay.” He looked away, trying to hide his discomfort and heavy breathing. His hand rubbing his back absent mindedly. Cirno’s face was pale, but he was sweating bullets.
“Cirno,” GAR expert looked on to his own handiwork. Cirno was holding it together, although he didn’t seem too happy about it. GAR expert knelt down, and forced Cirno into a position where he could easily massage Cirno’s back. “Your mom should take a look at this, Cirno, you’ve lost a lot of body fat.”
“No, I’m fat.”
“Are you stupid?” He felt Cirno tense up at those words. “You’re pregnant, you’re not fat.”