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It was a beautiful day. Flins fought the Wild Hunt. Then Rerir appeared so they started fighting. Until Flins noticed that Rerir's impressive (man) boobs became somehow even more...booby. Wait. Was that milk??
Flins stopped, trying to comprehend the situation.
"Is it...normal to you?"
"What do you mean??"
Flins vaguely motioned towards Rerir's chest.
"...this?"
Rerir looked down and pat himself.
"..."
He stared at his hand and then back at his chest.
"...What the fuck??"
They stood in awkward silence.
"...Rerir are you pregnant."
"WHY IS THAT THE FIRST THING THAT YOU CAME UP WITH?! I'M NOT FUCKINH CAPABLE OF BEING PREGNANT"
Rerir yelled.
"You seem to have terrific moodswings. I think that it would be a good idea to check it out"
"..."
Rerir stared at him like one would at an idiot.
"...fine"
He agreed for some reason.
So they went to a clinic. They waited and waited. And waited. And then they finally got in for that ultrasound.
"...Mr. Rerir..."
The doctor started, pale and clearly fighting the urge to faint.
"You're pregnant"
"I'M WHAT"
Rerir (and Flins) stared at the screen.
"What the fuck is that"
"A fetus"
"...It's ugly"
"Yes I can see that"
They heard a thud and saw the doctor on the floor, unconcious.
"..."
They quietly left.
"..."
They walked in silence.
"So who's the father"
"That's none of your business"
"...Can I be the godfather?"
"No."
"Oh okay :("