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The back bike seat, you pervert!

I can have them, huh? Any of them wa... wait.. actually. That would revert me to old habits. I don't think any of them would want to do the friends with benefits thing, would they?

I... have no idea. Maybe? You'd have to ask 'em. They're all Ivy Leaguers, so who knows. Some of 'em might even have a rank your dad would like.

Ivy Leaguers. [he snorted at that] The last thing I need right now is a clone of me. No offense, even though you don't really fit that ivy league bill.

Nah. I just liked their school motto and they were willing to give me enough scholarships for everything.

I can't see you dressing up for it anyway. It'd be creepy.

Dressing up for what?

Ivy League. Or maybe our Ivy League is different. We had to wear specific clothing.

For classes, not as much. But for official functions, well. I rock a suit pretty well.

I'm finding that hard to believe.

I clean up pretty nice, if I say so myself. Used some of my scholarship runoff to buy the suits I needed. Slick my hair back and I look pretty damn sharp.

When I see it, I'll believe it.

And you'll probably never have a cause to see it. I said I clean up good, not that I like doing it.

And I.. what's the opposite, clean down good?

...Scruff up? That's an adjective I've never actually had to think about. Um...

Give me three days and I have a mean stubble.

I just kinda keep forgetting to shave.

I only have to do it a couple of times a week. I can't seem to grow facial hair.

Dad and I both end up with stubble a lot. ...So does KRO. We must've got it from him.

How often do you shave? [he reached out without thinking, stroking down the side of his face, feeling the stubble]

Uh... [...Oh, okay, um. That was a little forward. Andrew blinked.] Whenever I think to? About every other day? I've kinda already got started working on my Master's thesis, even though I've not even got through my Bachelor's yet, so I'm a little too busy to shave every day.

[he froze when he realized what he was doing and stared in shock, his hand still frozen on Andrew's face] Um...

Yeah. You, um. Kinda went for it.

Yea. Um. Sorry. [he dropped his hand, sitting it in his lap] Sorry. I'm an idiot. Sorry.

It's okay. [It'd just been... weird.]

No, it's not. It's... I'll go. Sorry. Really, really sorry.