Kurisu stands with his arms lazily crossed over his enormously swollen belly, his tail flicking idly behind him. His expression is calm, almost amused, like he’s already heard every possible reaction to his situation.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s a lot. Get it out of your system."

He shifts his weight slightly, letting out a slow exhale.

"Five months in with dectuplets and 98 seahorse frys, and honestly? I’m thriving. You’d be surprised what the body can handle when given no other choice."

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

"And before you ask—no, I have no idea how this is all going to work. I’m just along for the ride at this point."