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Chloe scowled at her sister. It was the same song and dance routine as usual; she'd want to stay at home, and Calliope would drag her out kicking and screaming to some god-forsaken place until she'd done enough to have something resembling a social life. Pregnancy had not changed their dynamic as much as as she'd hoped.

"I don't have anything to wear."

"So? We're going shopping anyway."

"I hate malls. They're going to stare," she said. And it was true, in so much as she hated any large public spaces and bright blue hair and alabaster skin tended to draw the eye. The fact that both sisters were hugely gravid wasn't going to help matters either, hence Chloe's current hermitage. "Just go without me."

"Just throw on any old thing and come with me."

"Callie--"

"Uh uh," Calliope tutted. "Give me one real reason why you can't go and get some fresh air."

"...Cnseft."

"What?"

"I said I can't see my feet."

And indeed she couldn't. Despite wearing a shoe size of 28 long, Chloe's massive belly had managed to eclipse her toes weeks ago. And she knew that would only get worse. Stupid clown biology and its tendency towards excessive fertility.

"Oh, honey..." Calliope said. She leaned over her comparatively smaller bump to lay a hand on her sister's bare skin. "I can't either."