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It's been a few days now. Regect was still trying to wrap his head around how the hell Z could possibly be pregnant. No matter how much he thought and thought, nothing, not an ounce of an idea came up.
Nevertheless, when life shoots bullets at him (literally), he can always fall back into the arms and look into the eyes of the only one who truly has his back.
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Now, his days consist of sitting on the couch, hanging out with Moe, or building and exploding random shit. He would hang out with Z, but after their “lovely” surprise, Z had made it his ultimate life's mission to gun down Regect whenever Regect was in his sights. Of course, it was funny at the beginning. But after the sixth time of the same bullets and insults, it gets both very annoying and quite concerning.
All he can do now is sit on the couch and contemplate his life choices. Especially today, when Moe was out doing awesome clown stuff, and blowing up structures has fallen bland on his taste buds. He guesses he can go bother Wakafante or-
SLAM
The sound of the front door slamming open got Regect's attention. He sits up and looks over to see Z coming back after what seems like… mining? He examines Z's clothes more closely, and his pants are covered in debris. In his hand, he held a nearly broken diamond pickaxe while the other was holding a sack of coal and iron.
To say the least, Z was out mining. “Dude you were out mining?”
“Don’t talk to me,” Z responded agitated. His under eyes had traces of eye bags beginning to form and the whites of his eyes were partially red. How long was he down in the mine for?
“Have you even slept?” No response. “Hello? What the fuck were you doing down there anyway?” Again, no response. Regect was getting pissy.
“Hello?? Z just answer me.” . . .
By now Regect was pissed. “HEY DICKHEAD.” Regect picked up a pillow from the couch and chucked it at him. The pillow missed Z's head by only centimeters, it then impacted on the wall next to him.
Z turned to look at Regect with this unreadable expression. It was both angry and ill. “What the Hell. Do you want?”
Regect only looked at him for a second. “At least a response other than, ‘Don’t talk to me’ whenever I talk to you. Plus- you really shouldn’t be out mining-“
“Oh? Why not?” Z questioned.
“You know why. Especially without sleeping man. You literally look like shit!” Regects tried to express his concern but it fell on deaf ears.
Z dropped the sack and looked dead at Regect's eyes. “So what?! It's been in its first month, maybe a little over one but you get the point! I don’t see why you’re stressing so much for a baby that is, if I recall correctly, possibly not yours. If you don’t think you’re the father then why even bother?!” His voice began to get louder and his hand movements got more expressive.
Eek… Did Regects denial of the baby really leave that deep of a cut?
“Look dude… I’m sorry about what I said at first okay. But at the very least take care of yourself for your own sake. You don’t even have to do it for the kids.”
“Yeah, whatever man. Leave me the fuck alone.” And with that, Z left the argument and retreated to his room.
Regect scoffed. If Z wanted to be difficult, then so be it. He wouldn’t stop him. Not even if he fell stomach first on the floor……. Maybe he would- but that's besides the point.
Regect just went back to lying down on the couch doing nothing.
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Hours went by and Moe had finally come home. She looked static and eager to tell someone about her adventures. When she saw him on the couch looking bored she knew he’d be the first one to hear all about it.
She ran toward Regect and began honking her horn in excitement about her day. She told him about the amazing people she made laugh with her jokes and how many pies she smashed in unsuspecting people’s faces. As she was explaining she noticed how Regect seemed out of it than normal.
“Honk Honk Honk?”
“Huh? Oh. Yeah im good.” Regect eyes(?) looked up at her unenthusiastically. His dumbass was NOT “good”.
“Honk Honk Honk.” Moe knew this and pressed on.
“Yes really! Don’t worry about it Moe.”
“Honk. Honk Honk Honk?”
“What? No! This isn’t about Z at all! Why would you think that?”
“Honk Honk? Honk Honk Honk Honk Honk?”
“Oh please Moe! I haven’t been that much of a debbie downer since his announcement.” He thought for a moment. “Or have I?” He seemed genuinely puzzled.
Moe sighs. “Honk”
“Really?? Gosh man- I’m sorry. I just have a lot on my mind right now..”
She nodded in understatement and asked, “Honk Honk Honk Honk Honk?”
“Yeah I’ve seen him, today actually. Came in a few hours ago from mining. I don’t think he slept at all while he was gone.. He looked too tired for a well slept guy.”
“Honk…” … “Honk Honk Honk?”
“What do you mean? Talk about what? The baby?”
“Honk.”
“…” Regect kept quite for a bit. “Not necessarily.. He doesn’t want to even speak to me..” Moe nodded in understanding.
“Honk. Honk Honk Honk Honk Honk Honk.”
“Yeah I know this is necessary but he’s gonna shoot me again. Could you maybe talk to him for me?” Regect gave his best puppy dog eyes at Moe.
“Honk.”
“What the fuck do you mean ‘No’!?”
“Honk Honk Honk Honk Honk.”
“Geez I guess… could you at least be behind me if he does start blasting rounds at me..?”
“… honk.” She agreed. They then sat there for a few moments.
“Honk? Honk Honk Honk?”
“GOSH MOE! Do I have to do it now?!”
“HONK!” She slapped him out of his pus boy mentality and looked him straight in the eyes. “HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK.”
Regect looked at her scared and mortified. She was right… This WAS something he had to do. It takes two to tango and by god did he Tango-ZE-Mango. He has to do this not just for the baby, but for Z. It’s time to man up and take responsibility for his actions.
“I- I see it now Moe..” He got up from the couch and looked at her. “I’ll take responsibility. Thank you Moe, you’ve opened my eyes to my bearings."
And with that he began walking to Zs’ room before stopping abruptly and looking back at Moe.
“Could you…- Please still come with me. He won't shoot me if you’re there…” Moe rolls her eyes at this and follows him to the room.
Regect pauses for a moment when faced with Z's door. He sighs and knocks once.
“Yo Z. We need to talk..” He hears the faint click of a gun and panics. “WAITWAITWAIT MOES WITH ME!” He hears Z scoff and put the gun down.
“Come in.” Z responded. “It’s unlocked.”
Regect slowly opens the door and pops his head in to see Z laying in bed with the sack from earlier on the ground next to his bed.
Regect steps in slowly as if Z would snap at any moment.
“I'm not a dog with rabies just get in.” Regect quickened his pace at those words. He begins to slowly close the door before Moe pops her head in. She reassures Regect before leaving.
The two sat there in silence before one of them spoke up.
And that one was Regect, “How do you want to go about this?”
“Why do you even care? Didn’t I remind you that you shouldn’t worry about-“ Before he got to finish his sentence Regect intervened.
“I didn’t mean any of that. I'm sorry.. That wasn’t to hurt you..” Again the silence overflowed the room like a flash flood.
“I… don’t know. I don’t know what to do or what I want. I'm still mad but… I'm not?”
Regect nodded at his response. He gets closer and sits right next to him on the bed.
“What do you feel is best for you and the baby?”
He thinks for a moment, sighs, and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know WHAT to even think about. This is all so soon, maybe.. a little more time to think wouldn’t hurt, right?”
“No, No, it can’t hurt.”