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botanist vs marine biologist part 9

Just to make this clear:

Skinny botanists had no right to be strong.

They had the right to smell of weird flowers, the had the right to be delicate and good at fine motor skills.

They did not, in fact, have the right to be able to lift a grown man from a bed and put him on a massage table. They simply don't.

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botanist vs marine biologist part 8

In the evening, he really wondered what Miss Jibril – Gabrielle, actually, their little talk had opened that particular door – meant: He felt perfectly fine. A little tired and heavy, but perfectly fine.

With a sneer, he laid down and slept.

About eight hours later...

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botanist vs marine biologist part 7

Dark blue sweatpants and a shirt that has 'Gefilte Fish' written on it had been thrown at Henoch's head – what was it with this botanist and throwing fabric at him, anyway?! - and so he wore both these articles of clothing. He'd showered and washed his hair with his secret, Raphael-safe stash... And now he stood in the middle of an aquarium. Well. The aquarium was around him. It was a ring. And there were lots of fishes. And there were mats on the ground. AND there were giggling students around him. They were not giggling when he looked at them. … why did his students revert to teenagers sometimes.

He still had a headache, but it was quite alright... his stomach had built up it's usual resistance as well. Enough to be able to smell the... copious amounts of food that somehow had gathered on the side of the room. And on the floor. … it was actually kind of worrisome how much food accumulated around the place. But well, he had a mat to sit on... he wore comfortable clothes... and he was available. Everything he had promised the last day. A few minutes later, a woman in probably comfortable, but definitely form-fitting clothes... and artfully braided hair came in. There was a round of applause. From both male and female students. He supposed he could appreciate the sight as well, but... they did look a little bit lecherous, there. Some of them. Miss Jibril still represented the professors of the university. They should show some respect. … not that they were very good with that, anyway, but still... She moved her own mattress next to Henoch's. And she said: “Good morning and welcome to: 'Partner Yoga!'” … really? Ah well. Following her instructions, both sat down and leaned against one another's backs. Both leaned their heads to their own right side... and then rolled their head to the other side, rolling their heads part one another. Then? Grabbing your right knee with your left hand... and your partners left knee with your right hand. Slowly stretching... and curling to the right, at the pull wants the body to. A good stretch. It just was... a little bit personal? Constantly touching and grabbing at one another? Ahm... well... it... continued, anyway. He had to kneel, keep his ass on his lower legs and lea forward on his outstretched arms. She, meanwhile, laid down – on her own back - on his back and stretched. He was supposed to grab her wrists and pull a little more. Well. It worked. But he could feel her breathing and her back-muscles move and... Well, the position was soon enough released. They sat down back to back again and... now she leaned forward? But! Henoch hissed back at her: „I am too heavy for you!“, not to mention too small. She just giggled a tiny bit and continued to explain how the partner is supposed to fit against the back, raise his arms and the wrists are supposed to be pulled to lengthen the muscles and make it a perfect stretch. Actually, she did that really well. And she definitely had no trouble with him on her back. … she was a LOT stronger than she looked. The whole thing continued with him on hands and feet, ass high up in the air, but standing steadily in a stable triangle... and she actually just... stepped on his lower back and put her hands next to his and... made a few push ups? Bending her knees while facing downwards and... only about a third of the students did that. It... it was not really straining for him, but he just did not dare to try that in a reverse position. Not only for HER safety, also because he might just fall off. Then something he called 'the plane' happened: He laid down on his back, legs outstretched... and she SOMEHOW managed to bring his legs up in a 90° angle, while she had her hips on his feet. She was basically 'floating', arms outstretched and everything. There had been instructions for that as well, but he had to concentrate more to keep her up there and not give in. It was... for some reason not that difficult. Somewhat stable, even. He refused to do the reverse until she simply rolled them into position and he could do nothing but hold still and balance it out. She for SOME reason had control in THIS position as well. That should not even be POSSIBLE, but... alright?! There were more exercises, but... one was particularly strange again: laying on her back once again, he had to put her feet on his shoulders and... push them down. It was a bit too intimate, there, for a moment. And he could not actually look her in the eyes. In the REVERSE, though... she even took his feet down and pushed and... his knees – now bent – touched the floor beside him! He had not thought this was even possible! But miss Jibril... smirked and chuckled: „Interesting“, she said. It was a little strange, but in this moment? He was more occupied with his joints not snapping or SOMETHING like that. The rest of the exercises were a piece of cake compared to that... and in the end, they both bowed. In Henoch's case with wobbly legs. Her last words were: „Until next time! And the buffet is now OPEN!“ Oh. Oh?! It was for THEM? Oh. The pleasant realisation hit while there was some applause, also for him. Huh. Then, he followed his partner-in-yoga to the buffet. Plates were found soon enough, she got him a drink that he - surprisingly enough – actually liked and that was refreshing. A rare occurrence. Sometimes, these sports-people do make good things... But as soon as they had found a place to sit, he shook his limbs – again, of course the yoga had also included a relaxing part – and nodded. Wasn't so bad, actually. Felt alright. Hadn't sweated too much either, had just gotten out of breath, and that was fine again. She grinned at him and crunched away on a carrot: „You did hold what you promised yesterday, I am impressed, professor Loew“ „... I actually do not remember what I promised yesterday. At all. I just remember...“, her laughing. Delightedly so. And a challenging glint in her eyes. And a wink, „...bickering. We argued about... something“ She once again chuckled. And patted his shoulder: „It's alright, you did perfectly fine. Better than expected, really. You're always invited again, really“ „Well, if there is always a buffet...“, this was not actually the selling point. The whole full-body-touch thing was something he was not too sure about, though. They were both adults and had control over themselves, but... well... So! Another theme it was. „Heh. That's one of the reasons we have those yoga-sessions. It feeds the whole branch until Tuesday. And we don't need to cook“ „... they... bring the food themselves?“ „What did you think? We do this cost-free? Nono, you need to bring a food or drink-item, then you can participate. Simple rules. And most people are generous. There's always a LOT left over“ It... did make sense. Students – as broke as they always are – somehow always had food and shared it around. It was almost sweet. The talk went to the students and what an odd bunch they could be... but also amazing... over to human nature and philosophy and climate change and kittens and cooking recipes and... that were two hours in which he had a pleasant talk with his colleague. It was easy. Pleasant. Maybe because they had the same background. But then she looked at the clock and patted him one last time on the shoulder: „Well, it was fun. If you have any trouble tomorrow, come to me, alright?“ Henoch frowned: „With what?“, he felt fine? She laughed back at him: „You'll see. Or not. I'll definitely see you later!“ … … … Bloody scientists.

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botanist vs marine biologist part 6

Aromatic smell. Soft – very soft – 'floor'. Pyjamas. … judging by the slight ringing in his ears, this was a lot better than he could have hoped for. The room was dark, too. And a hand helped him sit up in silence, handed him a blister that felt familiar and a glass of water. Then there were steps going away from him again. They came back with tea and lemon, if the smell was anything to go by. The former had been the first thing he smelled when he woke up. Mh. … actually, that way, his headache was almost bearable. In half an hour – and one pill later - , the world would be a better place. …

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botanist vs marine biologist part 5

Henoch groaned. This... might have been too hard. It was a well-known fact that the religion-students partied just as hard as the medicine-students, but... he might get a little old for this. Just a little. Maybe. There had been a few more drinks than anticipated. And a few more spins on the dance floor too much. He would never let his food go again - thank you very much – but he did end the whole party experience around two in the morning. Earlier than he was supposed to. Damn his students and their familiarity with their professor. Hrm.

But that meant he was crossing the campus at this time. And he... had spotted something on the way. Something he did not want to believe this very day, because... come on, that couldn't be true! It took about 600 more steps until he was certain... but there he was, on the other side of this window, he could clearly see it when he pressed his nose against the glass and squinted hard enough. There he was, and not even noticing him. Well, it was time for an intervention! The doors were closed, but Henoch had a buzzer, for 'emergencies' he had been told. Well, from his view? This here entirely qualified. His friend was in this lab at two in the morning. Not good idea or healthy state of anything at all. He held the plastic thing against the opener and was buzzed in. Three doors later, he stood in a stuffy, overgrown place with one other human being inside. He sat at the PC, typing... things. When Henoch cleared his throat, Raphael twitched, readjusted his glasses and turned around: “Oh! Henoch! Good... ah...” - he looked out the window - “... evening! What... what brings you here?”, he smiled. This was the time to make a sour face, because: Shouldn't he know? He should know. And he should feel guilty: “It's two am!” His eyebrows went up and he looked at the little desktop-clock: “Oh!”, he turned towards him again, “Actually, it's 2:35, but... yes, I suppose it is?” Really, Raphael? “You can't work at 2:35”, Henoch started tapping his foot. The strange glistening on these abominations of a plant did not help. It looked... threatening, somehow. Right now. Damn plant. Still smelled weird, too. Lavender his ass. “I... ah... I see? I... do very much believe I... can?”, and this boy had the audacity to actually look something between offended and confused. No. No, he could not: “Raph. It's too late. You'll ruin your eyes even more. These glasses will be as thick as beer-bottoms at one point”, here he grabbed the other's wrist. He came with him, after he had closed the laptop, but he had a long-suffering tone when he said: “No, they won't... there are ways to cu-” “Raph. No”, he cut in, “You need sleep. You always needed sleep, but today you need more sleep, cause I caught you. You'll come with me. To my place”, he said and that was the direction he took them both. Raphael followed, switching off lights on the way out, and said after a while: “... yes... this made perfect sense...” Why he felt the need to point that out was beyond Henoch, but he at least came willingly. Good. He jingled his keys before they finally left and went towards the home. And so the silly scientist got dragged. And dragged. And... then this one sighed again. And put Henoch's arm around his shoulders: “Your home, right?” “I told you!”, what was he talking about! And then they... walked. … they had stopped walking at one point, obviously. Hm. His fault, surely. But they walked again and when Raphael asked him for the keys, he handed them over. Soon enough, they were inside and... in the bedroom. While he was sitting on the bed, he got a pyjama thrown at his face and shoved into the bathroom. He wrangled with the offending piece of cloth. And... thought it convenient that there was a toilet. There had been a lot of drinking, after all. And then he came out again and got dragged again. Into the bed. There was a blanket over him soon after, too. The next smell that assaulted him was somewhat familiar. And something clicked in his head and he DID stretch out his hand and entangled them in long hair and then... just wrapped his arms around them. The last thing he heard was a chuckle. Probably. Good night.

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botanist vs marine biologist part 4

There was a scientist in his lecture.

They were writing down things, actually.

And not even disturbing anything. Sure they got some odd looks, there is a certain unhelpful practicability to scientists at all times, it was kind of unsettling to the slightly hands-on elusiveness of people that grew up in this lecture hall usually. So she had a place for herself.

The look on her face when he had to speak hebrew was... something to behold. She'd looked genuinely worried. Heh.

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botanist vs marine biologist part 3

Raphael offered news the next day: He most likely forgot to take it down from his locker, because that's where he found it that morning. All good. Wrapped in it and sitting in the cafeteria with him.

Te corner of Henoch's mouth twitched. And then he stood up... walked over to Raphael, told him to stand up, grabbed his labcoat, straightened his shirt, the collar and hung the re-found, but offending piece of clothing up on the wardrobe.

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botanist vs marine biologist part 2

Turned out there were even more applicants for the funding. Sometimes Henoch wondered if some subjects even deserved to be called sciences. Minerology was all fine and good. Until people talked about their effect on wildlife and the stones being 'endangered'. How do you even...

… or maybe he misheard that and the animals were endangered.