Charles Patricius

Kazuhiko was due for a correction that could potentially affect an entire relationship moving forward. Though he doubted any true alterations would come to affect day-to-day life, there was one different outlook Saori deigned to present. Never the old maid, always the big sister, was it? He could get behind that... or under it, on top of it ─ whatever opportunity presented itself. "Hoho? Guess I'll play along, Sœurette Marie. Or maybe... Saori-oneechan?" he asked in a flirty tone that wouldn't quit. In the same moment, there was a greater, purposeful throb within Saori's canal... which she apparently had relaxed. Well, she could have fooled him.

Saori gave a warning for her partner of choice to prepare. Whatever she had in mind, he was at least mentally ready for due to the thrill alone. What was it, though? It seemed there would be a tightening like no other in one final motion. Things between Saori and himself had been primarily physical, but that didn't do justice to what he felt in that moment. No, Kazuhiko was caught in some sort of machine that collapsed around him both physically and spiritually ─ and somewhat mentally. It was a surreal moment that he couldn't register in any aspect right away. As such... "A─... Aa─" A stutter carried on for several seconds, well into the time of Saori's relaxation. In that time, he stopped to retaliate by clenching both of Saori's hips as tightly as possible, all while something mighty welled-up inside. "Hnnagh!" Once it all finally clicked, there was an outburst on two fronts. The incoherent exclamation of Kazu's directly mirrored the veritable cannon misfiring within Saori's womb. How he kept being brought to new heights with such varied partners, Kazu didn't know... but he wouldn't change a thing at this point. "Putain de merde!" he groaned at last.

Saori's had made her peace with what she was, and that was fine. In the midst of a morning or dozens of days or years worth of fun... she aimed to be a big sister. Maybe she was a bit bad at the portrayal, but some roles had to be grown into. Still, just like being called sensei at the right time elicited a strange reaction from her, here and now an odd reaction was gained. As both the French and Japanese versions of her name were used and she found herself confused for liking both. "Eh, either works I guess. Don't tease me," she said sounding just a little huffy in the moment. Oh well, she sought a perfect body, everything else would come at some other point.

Something that would be 'coming' as it were right now, was Kazuhiko. She'd warned him of the thing she wanted to try and the reaction she got was... worth waiting for. Her hips were gripped and the lad seemed almost incapable of getting anything out at first. A grin came to her face as she felt an explosion within herself. And said grin would only remain as the man beneath her had a swear to offer in the face of a real squeeze. "Hehehe!~ I might have liked that one a bit too much," she said being relieved. She could finally fully relax. She'd take a few moments to relax before having something to say. "Before we knock on that door though, let me get dressed..." Saori mentioned. She might have gone pretty native but not quite that much. A few moments later she'd extricate herself from Kazuhiko's lap, and begin the job of rummaging through her bag for more appropriate clothing. With most of her tracksuit in tatters, she'd be going for a pair of panties and a bra oddly matching and the same kind of blue as her eyes. And then some tight fitting jeans and a black sweater. She could remain barefoot for a while, but did grab a new pair of socks to slip on in the meantime. She felt quite good at the moment. And she'd given Kazuhiko enough time to right himself before they sauntered up to that door to knock.

Kazuhiko was having quite the experience without even a single sacrifice of time. His natural state could only be grateful for that, but the current form had other things to show its gratitude toward. For starters, he'd confirmed a form of address for Saori in future, less-public moments. "Who's teasing? You signed yourself up for it~" he teased more directly. If Saori wanted to play that role, he'd welcome her to it regardless of the real difference in their ages ─ whatever that actually was.

After an amount of time unknown to both participants, the time of winding down finally encroached. Apparently, his final moments of the session were very much enjoyed ─ perhaps a bit too much. Kazu could say the same, if he wasn't busy basking in the afterglow. Whatever the case, she was soon extricating herself from him and planning to don clothes. Kazu sat up, heaving away, watching the woman walk off. "Turning your back like I won't jump on you again?" he asked. Luckily, Kazu was presently interested in watching the dressing process. Anything else could wait for future encounters; he wasn't the greedy sort. He did begin wondering about something, given the nature of this subspace, but... that thought was quickly tossed aside. Donning his own breeches was an easy task, as they'd never been fully removed. The shirt, he just left open while Saori knocked on that door.

It didn't take a second for the walls of Marisbury's subspace to disappear, revealing the white-haired male standing right in front of Saori. He took a moment to look her up and down, as if curious. "Interesting. Is that where the understanding lies?" he mumbled to no other but himself. "Oh well. Congratulations Hayami-san, Kimura-kun and... have we decided a surname? I hear those are important for humans," he added. Never did Marisbury's work stop. He'd be silently tugging at Saori's womb via magical influence over the subspace, slowly accumulating the segments of Sena's core in the outside world.

Kazuhiko was still apparently fine with his continued cheeky snark. He made the claim that Saori had signed herself up for what he called her in these sorts of private settings and thus it wasn't teasing. She couldn't help but scoff at him as she continued to do whenever he said something she thought outlandish but couldn't argue against. "Obviously, it's you..." she claimed about the teasing but that wouldn't be the thing to stop her. No she removed herself from bed to get dressed and found herself being watched and she was quite certain of it. As she did this, Kazuhiko made a statement that some could take as a threat or a challenge of some sort. "Are? Are you talking trash, like you aren't a slacker about to lay there and watch me get dressed?" she followed up. She was far too energized and way too aware of her surroundings to fall to anything crazy. Besides that he wasn't really trying to get up immediately. So she dressed in peace as he watched and then... watched him do the same before knocking.

Once that knock happened though they were immediately confronted by the face of Marisbury Animusphere. He had questions but she had no answers given the lack of context. In fact all she could do was furrow her brows and step back to give the man some space. She was far past the point of trying to understand the minds of certain kinds of individuals. Still they were offered congratulations. She supposed that sort of thing was normal when people made babies but it still seemed a little weird, Saori found herself palming the back of her head. "Congratulations for that feel weird," she said to herself. "And we didn't think about it... but it wouldn't really be a problem if she had mine. It'd be easier for me to keep an eye on her that way," Saori concluded. If she came out as old as they wanted, she wouldn't be accused of anything odd, and instead could just be taking custody of a previously unknown family member. Besides, after putting in so much she didn't really like the idea of the girl ended up with a different last name. The strange use of magic also felt odd, but she supposed it was still less uncomfortable than the life of being a girl before now.

The counterargument of Saori was that Kazu was a slacker, and he'd do naught but sit around watching her dress. He was indeed going to watch that process, but Saori's continued claim of slacking in regards to him was beyond the point of disregard. "I am. Are you calling me a slacker like the list of things I've done isn't most of your lifespan?" he countered. At this point in life, that was about the strangest thing he could ever hear from anyone. No matter; Kazu was more interested in the completion of this 'birthing' process.

And lo, Marisbury appeared and... mostly went straight to work. The hesitation he showed in reacting to Saori made Kazuhiko raise a brow. It seemed his theory was correct, and Marisbury was clearly privy to it as well. A moment of eye contact occurred between men, ending with a forefinger held over Marisbury's smiling lips. "Huh," Kazu muttered. "Mystery makes things fun, doesn't it?" Marisbury asked rhetorically. Moving on from there, he received the surname that would be Sena's. Kazuhiko offered no objections. "Hayami Sena ka? It's a good name. Her core is firm and... vibrating. She's ready." As Marisbury said, a magical core that shifted colors between red and purple was solidifying right before everyone's eyes. It would be from that core that Sena appeared whenever her consciousness completed itself. In the meantime, the subspace began to fade, returning the group to the real bedroom in Tenjou Yuuya's home. "And that should be all. The pocket has been dismantled. Every effect involved in its creation should finish fading in the next few minutes ─ including your current state, Kimura-kun."

Kazuhiko did exactly as expected, though apparently he took issue with being called a slacker given his entire list of accomplishments. He obviously didn't understand, that slacking wasn't exactly about all the things one did, it was about all the things one didn't do. "Hai, but I don't expect you to get why or anything..." she said in a slightly grandiose fashion. Regardless of these things, there was a child coming into existence with a strange amount of energy which was now the primary focus of someone like Saori. She hadn't thought much before this point about what kind of name the child would have, but technically speaking she fell in line with her family's choices. Whatever the case, the name worked overall and some strange quiet conversation was happening between Kazuhiko and Marisbury. She was less concerned with than than she would be with most things and instead watched that little ball which would become a whole person. According to Marisbury she was ready and would appear when her consciousness was finished.

That little ball would eventually finish as her mind came together. And she would appear initially as a young girl of about fifteen with long purple hair that had three while streaks within the bangs. She had purple eyes and a rather slim figure. Overall she definitely looked like a relative to Saori, though instead of that adult woman's more stern expression she carried a large and happy smile. "Yosh! Freedom!" those were the first words spoken by that particular girl. Well, there were odder things that could have happened.

It didn't matter to Kazuhiko why Saori insisted upon calling him a slacker. He considered all opinions valid on matters of importance, but that particular one didn't make the cut; he knew his own ethic. "Whatever you say, sœurette," he said, waving off the matter as Marisbury completed the task at hand. It wasn't often that the first son of Animusphere got to fiddle with cores so directly. His focus didn't seem laser-sharp throughout the process, but it certainly was. Coming up was a moment his kind were essentially made for. Hayami Sena was born into the material world at last. As the effective doctor delivering said child, Marisbury was the first to gaze upon the lass. "Welcome to the world, Hayami-chan. We've been waiting for you," Marisbury greeted.

Kazuhiko remained physically distant, yet attentive. This girl barely younger than his primary body, was his daughter. There was still something very surreal about a process that cut out all the growth a human would expect of children. Mere seconds of life lived, and she was exclaiming freedom. Well... "Definitely got something from me. Speaking of freedom..." Mid-sentence, Kazu stepped forward. He bent slightly at the waist, planting a hand atop the newborn teen's head. Some things just felt mandatory regardless of all other factors. "If you got the love of card games too, you should come to the shop. Either way, it's probably a good idea to come along for the shopping trip."

Saori would be answered in the way that she expected, a bit more snark. But she didn't mention that slip of what she'd claimed she was fine being called in the moment. She cut her eyes in Kazuhiko's direction and turned her nose up. Oddly enough she didn't correct what he called her, because she liked it and instead chose to ignore it outwardly. Of course she would, because acknowledging him talking to her like that right at the moment wasn't necessary. They understood each other a bit better now. In the meantime, Sena was welcomed to the world by the man who'd helped with her birth but not her creation. "Aye! Wait no longer for Sena-sama!" the girl proclaimed while grinning up into Marisbury's face. "And there's the chuuni..." Saori said aloud but oddly enough there was a smile on her face. She remembered being that certain of herself.

This was the best possible decision, and Saori had no regrets as she looked at the little girl. Of course, Kazuhiko began to move towards freedom but placed a hand atop his daughter's head. Such had her looking at him with wide and sparkling eyes. "Papa's so cool!~" she emphasized, blushing under the contact. He claimed that she could go with them, shopping and to play card games if she had love for it. "Sena-sama will go. I don't know how I feel about it, but if Papa thinks it's cool I'll give it a try!" she decided immediately. Saori didn't remember being that much of a daddy's girl, but, she wouldn't knock bonding no matter what. "I can go right?" she asked of Saori knowing her mother instinctively. "Of course, have fun and be good." she agreed with ease knowing the people she'd be with would keep her safe. "YOSH!" the girl exclaimed bounding towards her mother to hug her as well. That was surprising.

At the same time the girls were starting to exit Yuuya's room. Well, to be specific Miko was out in the hall way, to make sure that Chika didn't exit the bathroom without being fully dressed. The brown haired girl had dressed or rather been dressed by the other girls in her golden Dream Eater t-shirt which was ruffled and off the shoulder, a short skirt and pair of black thigh highs. She planned to put on a pair of heels before leaving the house, but needed to make sure Chika got dressed. While the other girls finished picking through the rest of their clothes and decided upon individual pieces and the like.

Sena-sama was how the girl decided to address herself. Without a doubt, Kazuhiko knew she'd fit right in with any friend group he appeared publicly with. More importantly, the first child he even had the ability to interact with was one that immediately called him cool. He had the ultimate mark of success mere seconds into parenthood. "Cool?" he questioned aloud accidentally. Something about the form of address used was also interesting to note. Every aspect of a single sentence came together for great purpose. Better still, Sena was willing to participate in the day's card games. "That's my girl," he said, pausing thereafter. "And that... is a sentence I didn't see myself saying," he added.

Saori took no issue with the girl's activities of choice. With two parents consenting, there was no further need for hesitation. Kazu stepped out of the room, slowing his pace to adjust for a casual escort. "Let's go then. Everyone will be glad to meet you," Kazu stated. Meanwhile, Marisbury was already out in the open. One other unborn child was showing some very strange signs of growth ─ the type that didn't provide much sense of belonging in this world. He looked around, and found... Shinomiya Kaguya to be the one carrying such a child. "Hmm. That's odd."

Sena stared at Kauzhiko in the form he had and found him to be cool without question. She'd nod her head multiple times to enforce what she thought, given her own excitement. "Hai, cool!" Sena confirmed. She also thought her mother was cool but in a different way. Of course, she'd be allowed to join in the fun with the others and that meant she was about to meet new people. She'd also been confirmed in a way that made her eyes sparkle, "Doesn't matter. Already said it, own it!" Sena encouraged the man who was her father in a way that felt most natural to her. She was hyper active an energetic she enjoyed the way her father spoke to her, so she'd take no issues with what was happening here.

Beyond this apparently everyone would be happy to meet Sena and she could look forward to that as well. She left the area with her father. Marisbury already outside of the room was looking to Kaguya and she wearing a white version of that Dream Eater t-shirt which was quite tight to boot and also a black mini-skirt found herself looking at the eldest of the Animusphere with a cheeky smile. "Yeah, I ended up doing all the things I thought to do with my familiar and I made another me but this is still here... I didn't expect something like this to be an outcome. This one also seems a bit extreme. Any advice for a new mom?~" she asked of him with the same amount of flirtation that she always seemed to maintain. Chika was still within the bathroom and Miko might have been worried about her, but since she'd recently woken and all she figured the girl might be enjoying a long shower or something of that nature.