“Excuse me?” Krel gave the strange looking akiridion in front of him a look, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Uh, no. No way. This has got to be some kind of sick joke.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Supposedly— and ONLY supposedly, this… thing, was his future child. His first-born. Pssh, as if. He would never even dream of kissing somebody. He hated dating. And love. And everything related to that.

“I do not have a child.”