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Elle asks. "Maybe the type that does not like to be called a grandmother." I say scathingly. "Wow, that hurts. It is not my fault that I do not want to feel old. Do I look that old?" She asks sarcastically. "No you don't but now you are going to be a great grandmother." I joke as I stick my tongue out at her.

Then someone in the crowd sneered, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that must be Sophia's sugar daddy. Showed up to defend her. She's not picky, is she. She'll take a guy in his fifties." The crowd erupted. Some covered their mouths, laughing. Others joined in openly. "Yeah, I heard she doesn't care about age. Maybe this old man's a regular too." The dean's expression tightened. He turned sharply toward the crowd. "All of you–shut your mouths!" He glanced at my injuries, his voice urgent.

Well, his eyes widened in great amazement, and he felt a fire burning inside him with great anger However, he raised his eyebrows high, and clasped his hand in front of his chest, arrogantly saying "Oh really, let's compare it a bit, you're really old, I'm even surprised at your age, which is older than me." Her eyebrows narrowed, as she looked at him, unable to understand what he was saying, while he smiled sarcastically and continued “I am one thousand three hundred years old. Who among us is the oldest?” Well it was her turn this time, her eyes widen in amazement, and her jaw dropped down, what the fuck? One thousand three hundred

"Okaa-san is indeed old. Okaa-san's youngest child is already a grandparent." Hey! So, my jokes were returned, eh? Ah, yes she also knows about my son who has a child. But, I also told them that Jeje and his son died from the virus too. But, they know that I was once a grandfather. Ah, maybe until now. But, I won't say that. "Kaa-san is making fun of me, huh?" I whined. Mom laughed, rubbing my head. I'm forty-one years old. What is wrong? Isn't that still young?

He turns to me and winks at me. “I think you mean problems for US. And there aren’t that many, most of the really traditional types are old men, worst case scenario we can just outlive them.” He jokes. I smack him in the arm. “Bellamy!” I object, but I’m laughing so he knows I’m not really mad. He grins but then sobers up a little.

“I’d sell your organs on the black market too.” “Make sure you get top dollar. I like to think I’m rather expensive.” “You are, though I might have to knock a few thousand off due to your old age.” “Please,” I retort. “I’m only two years older than you.” “I know, I know…I’m getting old too. At least I don’t look like it.” “And I do?” I laugh.

He stated his boundaries, making Cam and I laugh lightly. "Fine." "So Cam, I've got new jokes for you." "Alright, let's hear them." "Knock knock." "Who's there?" "The interrupting cow." "Did you get that joke from the cartoon 'Home'?" Cam laughed. "Gee, I hoped you wouldn't know it." Rodney clapped his forehead and we all laughed.

“If we got nothing else, at least we can laugh.” Vincent and I run through everyone throwing rice and get into his car. “Ready to spend every day laughing your ass off?” Vincent asks. “I spent the last 40 years screwing my ass off; the next 40, I can laugh my ass off,” I tell him. “I mean, if we can have sex like we did back there, we can screw our asses off too,” Vincent gives me a side eye. “Wanna bet?” I tease. “Let’s find out what two old folks can do,” Vincent jokes as we drive.

We both laughed, knowing that was far from the truth, but I had actually missed our banter. “Was that a limp I just saw? You'll have to get used to it now that you're almost 50.” I said, and she gasped in horror. “I’m only 46! How is it being old and still alone?” She shot back, looking genuinely offended by my age joke.

Yeah, that was off the table. So why the hell was this old man talking about them now? Like he had some kinda way to bring them into this fight? “When people get old,” I said dryly, “they start rambling about all kinds of crazy shit. Saying things like they actually have the power to make them real.” That should’ve shut him up. But instead? The old man laughed. Loud. A deep, mocking cackle, like I’d just said the dumbest thing in the world. I clenched my jaw. That was a damn insult.