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This is balls

I want my gun. Or any gun. I'll settle for a slingshot. Anything.

Alternatively- smoke a fuckton of weed. Or I could ask Bruce for tips on keeping your heartrate down, he's great with that.

i will try the first idea

if that fails, yoga with your science dilf friend can't hurt. and this place seems determined to throw willing test subjects my way.

...I have never thought of him that way but I can see it? Huh.

He's adorable and I want to send him home to our resident lab twink as a birthday gift.

...I don't actually know which way Bruce swings. Couldn't tell you. Happy Birthday Lab Twink, I guess?

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He can read this. I don't know what a twink is but I'm pretty sure outside of this place, there wouldn't be a happy birthday for anyone. [Not that he's. Oh for fuck's sake.]

The fact that there's no Urban Dictionary here is killing me right now. jsyk.

Twink: Young Pretty Gay man, called thus because they are often tanned, considered 'fresh' and full of cream. Or something.

mine's an adorkable secret agent scientist.

i'm just laying some wingmanship down in case this place gets ideas, given how many of you types know each other.

you types being queer or you types being scientists?

You types as in people who seem to know each other from before getting here.

Admittedly bad phrasing on my part.

Well we've learned and we've moved on. I mean I'm horribly offended, how dare you, how very dare you.

Oh. Well I'm turning fifty in December, so I'm pretty sure anyone considered young is too young.

Half your age plus seven, Bruce, those are the rules.

[Good thing Natasha was right on that line then.] Betty and I met sophomore year at Harvard, that was it. Apparently dating rules and terms have changed a lot in the past twenty some years.