[KrocodileKrew]

If Twofor's jaw had not been welded onto his skull by nature, it would have fallen off and hit the ground. his eyes went as wide as saucers, his mouth hanging open as if attempting to swallow a man whole. Once he had gotten over the shock, the Myrmidon stood up, purpose in his stride as he moved towards his breeder. Alhtough he stood head and shoulders above the Earthen, his hands were gentle and magnanimous as he drew the cloth mask from his face, tracing his lips with a thumb. "You're here," Twofor managed. "You are Blessed... you carry my son." he pressed his blue lips, soft to touch yet cut and chiseled like marble, to Thomas' as his hands dropped down to cradle his baby bump in his strong arms.