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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_vDQCaCpKgLove, as a hypothetical concept, is probably best defined by a single quote said years ago by a lonely, sweaty, pudgy man whom we'll go ahead and refer to as Future-Calem-in-this-Alternate-Timeline.
>"AGE IS JUST A NUMBER.~"Professor Augustine Sycamore follows this quote like its his lifeline, and you know what? It probably is. To him, age does not matter in a situation where romance is the focal point. If a man and a woman love each other, exactly WHAT is stopping them from getting together? Taboo shit? Age shouldn't matter when it comes to love, just like in that one manga where that thirty year old raises a six year old who wants to bone him in ten years when he's forty and blatantly not getting any younger.
There is the issue of legal troubles and the like, but as long as they're both pass the age of consent it should be completely fine.
Now, back to the situation at hand. After bonking into the lovely Miss Leading by complete chance one fateful night, Sycamore gets a grand teenage grill boner and decides to make things right for the lady by taking her to a café...at night. Just roll with it, this guy is nuts.
With ample time on her hand and a cup of coffee, Miss Leading decides to let off some steam by reciting her dilemma to the wine-aged professor, who apparently understands it all due to his incessant nods of comprehension.
She takes a small sip from the cup, feeling glad to have confessed the ordeal to somebody, "I..I just don't know what quite came over me, why I reacted that way. I made it a point to keep feelings like those from coming in-between us, but it didn't work, professor.."
>Miss...A) Asks him what these feelings mean.
B) Asks him if going back is a good idea.
C) firmly declares that she's done with you.
D) declares dislike for Shauna.
