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Aladdin grimaces, he hadn’t thought he was being quite so obvious following the redheaded student he’d recognized from his lecture hall. With hair like that, how could Aladdin miss it? Nevertheless, now caught red handed, he had no choice but to smile sheepishly at the other student. Surely it weren’t possible that they both were lost looking for the same seminar.

                                                           ( Right? )

Which might be why he’s leaning over the side of a building just watching Pan work. He’s graffiti-ing something onto the wall, something big and colorful by the looks of it, there’s paint all over his fingers and across the bridge of his nose. 

“How’s it looking?” He calls cheerfully, rolling his mask up to the bridge of his nose so he can grin down at Pan. “Havin’ fun?”

     “What an interesting remark. However these buff babies, as you call them,  were often portrayed this muscular during the Renaissance. It was a model of astounding beauty back then and it doesn’t have any commitment to the representation of reality.” Philippe explained along with a small chuckle, shaking his head as he watched the peculiar pictures that boy was taking.