sniff. sniff sniff. ah—— this smell... ' ... ya stink o' wet dog. ' she also happens to, for some reason or another, want to scratch this guy's face off, but alas, feelings alone aren't socially acceptable enough to commit violence against another. oh, well. ( @stephan !! uwu )
@nullforged
Humming, busy with paying with dog collars, occupied with the thoughts of wanting to try them in his hell hound form for later. Though it was not long until someone pointing out his smell. And in response, the raven unconsciously drops his head and sniffs the area around his collarbone. True! He was full of the smell of sweat.
Chucking as he shakes his head. “Oh, my bad. Sorry, young miss.”
Pulling himself up from a sitting posture, shaking off the dirt from his pant before giving her a warm smile. “Do you have a perfume? If so, mind if I use some of them?”
