I dreamt they dropped a bomb

Dark rimmed eyes would watch as the younger brother contemplated his answer quite thoroughly. The answer he'd get seemed rather defeated in tone and length. He still wasn't really sure what kind of help this was, but it seemed like maybe Soliloquy was pushing through. Either that or the sound of handing them over to Scorpion and Othello's adoption agency seeming the best route. "I still don't see how I'm helping." You bet your butt he wasn't going to offer to babysit either. He'd been through enough of that with his own adopted brats. These were Soliloquy's responsibility. He was going to have to suck it up. "They might kill the mood.. a lot, but they still create a new kind of fun." He'd offer that gooey tid bit before adding, "You still have lots of time before you really start needing to worry, relax these last couple months." They wouldn't have much time to after the pups were born.