[yakumo stays like that for a while, covering olivine with his body as he catches his breath, as he gathers his bearings after that... vigorous, pollen-fueled fuck. the cooling spend on his stomach squishes against olivine's skin, he's hugging him that close, can feel the bulge of his stomach from the fullness of himself and the eggs he'd-

-the eggs that he'd...

yakumo rears back, though still holding onto olivine's shoulders. clarity returns to yakumo's eyes, the black mist retreating back into his body. but with clarity comes tears, and they spill from his eyes at the ruined sight of olivine and his body. he'd really fucked up big time... he'd allowed his other state to be so cruel to olivine, the kindest man in the world. yakumo is trembling with guilt.]

F-Father Olivine... I'm- I'm so sorry! Y-your neck... your stomach! I- [he sobs] I'll make it up to you! I didn't- I didn't mean to do any of this, you have to believe me!

[another sob, devolving into hiccups.]

I was so- so horrible to you! When- when you've been nothing but kind... please forgive me! Please, I can't- I'm not this sort of person-!