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Originally Posted by lemon

Oh. He knew about the rocket underwear? Sherman at once drew his hands away, still awed by his friend's youth. His face looked... so young. "I want better knees and more hair," he commented, sounding a little jealous. Jeepers, why couldn't this happen to him?

But the aging students. Ahh. "My granddaughter sent Lucia and I an owl about that. Said her joints were too painful to move and she'd found gray hairs and her dormmates had wrinkles..." He trailed off. Merlin knew Sherman hadn't believed her until now. "Maybe I'll show the Board her letter at the upcoming meeting. What do you... think is happening?"

At least whatever it was had made Botros handsomer. Reaching out to touch the curls again, his eyes twinkled as well. "I can assure you Debbie would have thought you were looking very fine." For he was, he was.

Botros couldn't help but smirk at Sherman's slightly jealous words. "You remember the last time we had a banter over jealousy?" He chuckled, squeezing the bridge of his nose. What was it about? He couldn't even remember. Merlin.

Oh but the next information was of great significance. Ab listened to Sherman, his eyebrows knotted in concern and slight guilt. "Yeah. I've seen them during our last class." He rubbed his face, frustrated. "Some of our staffers are suffering from the same symptoms too. It's impossible not to think that this--" He gestured at his drop-dead good looks. "--and their symptoms." SIGH. "What do you think?"

"Oi, quit it with the touching." It was getting creepy now. But his words about Debbie softened Botros' face and heart, and he smiiiiled content.