Professor Utonium put a hand over his mouth to keep his gasp silent. It almost sounded like Bubbles was the one trying to make this guy into something beyond just a friend, if thats what he was. But his voice didn't sound familiar. He thought he knew all of his girls' friends, but this one didn't ring a bell. Maybe if he took a quick peek..<br/><br/>He groaned into his palm. Had he learned nothing from the fiasco with Blossom? Teenage girls need privacy and their parents definitely need to allow them to have it.<br/><br/>Maybe the Professor was worried for nothing. I mean, Bubbles was eighteen now. Mature enough to form bonds with guys her own age (he had a terrifying thought: what if he was double or even triple her age!?). Even if he had wanted to prevent it, it would be like building a nuclear weapon. Sure, it could be done, but that didn't mean it should be done. And it wasn't like this guy could exactly force himself on her.<br/><br/>Boomer's eye twitched as he felt Bubbles' breath against his face. Why did she have to do things like that, that made him feel so confused about his mission? His eyes wandered around her room to all the various art pieces on the walls. Though her choice of subject matter had remained at a childish level, the execution had evolved to grown-up. He was actually a bit envious that her art had become something more than it had been while his own was still nothing but chords, not even all of them. The would-be infiltrator knew he had a job to do, that it should be no more than that. Yet, he found his hand turning over and his fingers curling inward to ensure that contact with her hand went unbroken.<br/><br/>It was a dirty trick, trying to get him to like her for real.