He brought both hands up defensively when Lake lashed out, shrinking back in his chair with a very punchable grin plastered on his face. "Woah, okay, sorry NUT MASTER, didn't mean to doubt yer baby butter storage abilities, my bad!"
The rest of Lake's deflated explanation was met with wheezy little chuckles behind one hand, and he was about to suggest that Lake should GET TO IT if he felt strapped for time. He didn't really know if the other man was... emotionally stable enough to care for children while stuck in this spicy brained flesh suit, but he remembered that the magical transformation probably wouldn't be forever.
Didn't have a form to "change" back into or something.
That hurt his brain to think about though, and it was a moot point anyway; if you wanted something you should go for it! That was his motto. Even if it sounded crazy, you should try and try and keep trying-- if it was something you really wanted, you'd find a way to make it happen. Even if it wasn't in the most conventional way.
He might have said all that but his thoughts were interrupted by the Uno Reverse card that Lake pulled on him. Did HE ever think of having kids? Well...
All the mischief drained out of his expression and he sobered up right quick, the question conjuring up images of sleepless nights and endless crying and uncertainty, of not knowing what to DO at any given point, mostly fueled by years of popular media depicting children as pooping, screaming demons. It also conjured up the thought that an entire LIFE would be cradled precariously in his dirty little hands, and the deeply buried anxiety that it would all be too much for him to handle.
He probably looked a little sick for a second there.
"Well, I uh..." He cleared his throat and rubbed a hand over his face and giving Lake a noncommittal little shrug. Trying to recover.
And then, in the midst of all that, something else suddenly came to mind. Something that tugged a reluctant but powerful smile onto his face, one that he tried to hide behind his hand again but came with a blush that gave it away. Who would he even have kids with? That's the idea that came to mind, because he KNEW who, and that's what made him stumble over the answer even more.
He took a breath and fished his cigarettes out of his pocket, lighting one before finally landing on something to actually say.
"I can't imagine a tiny ME runnin' around. Can you? Nobody wants that. I'm enough of ME to go 'round, yuh? That's first. Second of all-- look at this place! This ain't no place to raise a kid. An' if they keep 'em at their house, then when do I see 'em? Wut am I, a weekend dad? So, then there's that too. An' if I DO live with 'em, then that means I gotta move my business somewhere else. An' on top of all that, I wouldn't know th' first thing 'bout babies. Didn't exactly go out for neonatal when I were in college."
That was a lot more than he'd intended to say (or ever really share with someone out loud) but there it was. The ghost of that flustered smile finally died after all that as he looked off to the side somewhere.
"I dunno, I don't think that's such a great idea."
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