（ look, he has co-parented eggs before, with a creche on sirilvantes. so, while a normal person might not be stirred to emotional resonance by their lover canoodling a warm, living egg, cy? who is incredibly horny for the concept of children and family? absolutely gets whammied by the visual. there's a moment where the bottom feels like it drops out of his stomach in a dramatic swoop, and he just — leans in and presses their foreheads together, one hand lifted and placed against the back of sasuke's neck, absurdly speechless.
he knows that they need to get up. he knows they need to clean the mess they've made. but right now? right now, his other hand traces a line up sasuke's thigh, cups the egg in against him, and is finally, finally about to open his mouth when another one comes into existence with a little pop. this one settles in the crook of his knee, bent to sit cross-legged.
he blinks down at it. lifts his gaze back to sasuke. down to the egg. ）
Ah?
（ the need to debrief is still there — but. eggs are absolutely taking precedence at the moment, thank you. ）
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he knows that they need to get up. he knows they need to clean the mess they've made. but right now? right now, his other hand traces a line up sasuke's thigh, cups the egg in against him, and is finally, finally about to open his mouth when another one comes into existence with a little pop. this one settles in the crook of his knee, bent to sit cross-legged.
he blinks down at it. lifts his gaze back to sasuke. down to the egg. ）
Ah?
（ the need to debrief is still there — but. eggs are absolutely taking precedence at the moment, thank you. ）