User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-30014014-20180105220415/@comment-30014014-20180112044216

''Hearing of this again causes an increase in the bloo toward Alexandria's cheeks, effectively raising a tide of crimson in her otherwise slightly more pink-than-usual pigment. Despite being rather good at keeping her stoicism, this kind of subject tends to crumble this mental wall, her eyes looking away, a finger over her luscious violet lips. Her stance lowers a bit, her mind split between trying to find another task to think of and awaiting some sort of response from the fool.''

''As for the clown himself, the one with a thousand responses to almost anything and everything, this question pratically thrown to his face like a raspberry pie, manages to somehow pull the metaphorical rug under his feet. A disarray crashes on his mask, that Samia coul obviously see, ebing this close to him. The grin is replaced by a scribble, indicating confusion in spit of the wearer "Children?" The clown takes a step backward, hoping the space offered will bring a miracuclous answer to one of the question he never could quite think of. Well, that he estimated to be to...'osé' to answer.''

"You mean, offsprings? Like the kind that come from two inividuals? These kind of children?"'' A futile hope that technical lingo would somehow satisfy the primeval queen with a blatant fixation on kids. Silence could be the solace to his dilemma. ''

''However, in his head comes dissonance. Dissonance in the shape of a voice all too familiar to the clown'' ­(~Come now, Joseph. I think we both know you've brushed over this all-too-important step in your life~)

[Please, you're not making this easy] he retorts in his head, once again trying to think of a way to skim it.

(~I'm afraid I can't do that, Joseph. I've been watching poke around this bush for at least two years. You have proven to be the devoted in this lovely lady's life, have you not? Any other would have estimated the time ripe for an advancement.  Why not you, hum? Oh, wait. Are you still doing about this little detail? Joseph...~)

[This is a little more than some slight oversight. You would know that] A simplified version of the clown is currently shaking a fist a a bulb of light sprinkled in gold and pink that one could only describe as a chibi, for a lack of a better term.

(~Joseph, Jospeh, Joseph...we have spoken about this for about a hundred and two times before. Your dear is more than willing to endure this fleeting discomfort if it means a blooming conclusion to this chapter of your couple. And a new page to your duality. And before you say it...~) The incadescent bulb of light in his head suddenly approaches the chibi fool (~You know what I govern. And this blatant skim from one of my devoted, I can't just ignore. It literally goes against what I am. So, as clever as you try to be, just like the edolian-looking ruler, I cannot and will not, in your terms 'hang it up', at least not until you take a step on this unecessarly complicated mental road you set yourself with the years. I'll be watching now. Ta-ta~)

''With that said, the bulb in his head dissipated, though not whollfuly, a feminine giggle echoing in his head just to reinforce what the voice said. The fool was literally and metaphorically stuck between the anvil...and the hammer, stuck in silence trying to come up with an answer.''