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 "F ...oh, do you want a family, and the same goes for Ches." This time Kayama looked genuinely curious.

"Don't most people want children?" Yagi looked wistful as he spoke.

"I don't know," Elly answered truthfully. "A family could mean just a pair of people, or their families combined. It doesn't <i>have</i> to involve children."

"True dat."

"Yamada," she scolded gently.

"Sorry." He coughed. "Uh, here's a question for ya, though. Have you never wondered what our kids might look like?"

Elly blinked several times in rapid succession as she struggled to come up with an answer that didn't incriminate her. "Um."

"They might look like Yamada, the poor things."

"Now really, Kayama," Yagi spluttered. "That's unfair."

"Like they'd have little, furry kitty ears but be blond?" He reached out and stroked the velvet triangles, smiling to himself. "You'd want the babies to have my eyes, right? You said you like them."

"Yamada Hizashi!" She bit her lip, a frown wrinkling her forehead as she pulled away from him. "Now, Kayama, this has gone far enough. That's not <i>fair</i>, and I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"I'm sorry? Ches? Ches?" Hizashi's throat closed up as he stared at her sulking beside him in the booth.

"It's okay," Kayama soothed. "I'm sorry, too... imagine how traumatic imagining having kids with <i>Yamada</i> would be."

"I shouldn't have gone along with this," Yagi sighed, his own heart hurting as he watched the counselor's face twist in agony.

Elly's ears folded back and she was about ready to leave when Aizawa spoke up, silencing them all. "He picked names for them, you know."

"What."

"Who?"

"Aizawa?!"

She glanced back over her shoulder. "Names? Who did?"

"One night when he was really drunk," the dark-haired man confirmed. He pointed at his friend, who was making slashing motions across his throat. Aizawa ignored him and plowed on. "He told me he'd been thinking what he wanted to name his kids with you. He mentioned he'd had a dream or something..."

"Buaahaahaha! <i>What a <b>kidder</b></i>, Aizawa!" Hizashi clapped him on the back repeatedly. The smile plastered across his sweating face was wide and nervous. "Hey, sorry if I joked too hard, huh? Huh? I didn't mean to embarrass you. For real. Don't go."

Aizawa fixed him with a murderous stare. "Cut that out or I'll mute you for the rest of the week."

He shrugged it off, however, catching her sleeve between his fingers instead before she could stand up fully. "Please, <i>please</i> sit back down. I'm an idiot, I know I am -"

Elly sighed and fell back into the padded booth once more. "You're not an idiot," she sighed wearily. "I did the same thing. But let's drop it for now, okay?"

"Uh huh!" He nodded furiously.

She relaxed slightly and turned to see Aizawa was holding up a bar napkin. He'd gotten a pen from somewhere and written the names on it. Elly clapped a hand over her mouth, not upset but rather suddenly feeling the urge to burst out laughing.

They were ridiculous.

She <i>loved</i> them.