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( i mean, let's be real — )

Well, this might be a surprise to you, but I've never seen a man as old as you before.

I can't even gauge your age.

( this COULD be an insult, but... it's just a fact? )

[ WOW ]

You're making aimless guesses. Try thinking everything through, otherwise you have no recourse. Because what if I claimed to be twenty six?

[Sneaky Renoir.]

Then I'd obviously call your bullshit.

I've seen people who are twenty-six and you look /nothing/ like them.

( emphasis on that nothing!!!!!!!! )

[Funny. Because he would resemble being the older relation to his son if he was as lax as that boy, growing his hair out like a peasant.

Not that he remembers the feeling of being styled by the barber. Strange.]

I look nothing like people twice their age. But that benchmark is closer to the number you are looking for.

( she does see a vague resemblance there, truth be told? but renoir is so well-kept, and verso is so... unkempt... )

I guess the "how old" doesn't actually matter that much to me right now.

I'm more interested in the "why are you that old."