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Kurt nearly spit out a mouthful of beer. It sloshed down the wrong pipe and he coughed. "No, I..." Cough, hack, wheeze. "I'm not looking to have children. Please don't feel as if you need to have any with me. That's not what I meant."
Oh God, children? Blue, demonic-looking ballerina children? What even?!
He was fine. "I have no idea what happened to bring me here, personally. I'm hoping to figure that out soon. What do you mean your mechanic and banker are obsolete?" he asked, eyebrow lifting damn near to the ceiling. "When are you from?"