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Kaertok? Niamh blinked. This wasn't a name that she knew- and she had to wonder what he looked like, and if she'd gotten her pale, beige coat from him as she certainly hadn't borrowed much colour from her mother's palette. She wondered what he was like, as well, considering the fact that Towhee seemed willing enough to couple with him again, considering the fact that Meerkat had, indeed, turned out wonderfully. Regardless- she didn't want involvement, aside from perhaps a visit or two. 

Phox's suggestion made a bit of sense- and that a stranger might not come looking if they didn't know where to look, and had no idea they'd sired a child. -"Yeah, but rando's can be weird sometimes. Say you did find someone who just kind of slipped, tripped and fell into your vagina at the right time and place, and say they somehow caught wind months later that you had babies- maybe this guy was good for the job, but then you never know, if you don't really know him. Maybe he's some psychopath who would thinks just 'cause he did the do, he gets a say in the upbringing too."- She said. The last thing she wanted was for Towhee to have to worry about dealing with daddy drama. So she shrugged, and made a casual suggestion. -"Though if that's the case, just point me at him an' I'll  threaten to rip his balls off so he can never sire children again."-