[April 2nd] "C'mon, babe. Please? I don't want just cats anymore, I want a child." Közi pleaded to you as he held you in bed, cuddling you against him. He kissed your neck repeatedly, trying to soften you up so you would agree to being pregnant. One of the cats were laid at the foot of the bed, and Közi called them over, the brown tabby (Zeon) nestled right in your lap.

Közi stroked and kissed his little fur baby, the other cat - a white cat with some black dots on her head, Hamon - was downstairs, eating her second dinner without a care in the world. Közi poked your belly. "You'd just have to carry a baby for nine months, then we'd be happy and complete." He persuaded further. "A baby would make us so much more happy, we might raise a future rockstar or something."