[It's sweet of her to say, but he will never agree to that. NEVER!]
...I mean. If you're sure. [All he can think of is how pissed off he got at the Sanguis dickbags sniffing her like they did at the Spaghetti Shack, but it is different, so.
He sniffs her hair and... huh. Okay. Yeah. He really does like-- smell her. Like he knows and feels like mine, my family. It's a weird possessive thought that comes in, invasive, and that he tries to push out.]
Yeah. It's Sanguis. I can smell you. Like, really well.
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[It's sweet of her to say, but he will never agree to that. NEVER!]
...I mean. If you're sure. [All he can think of is how pissed off he got at the Sanguis dickbags sniffing her like they did at the Spaghetti Shack, but it is different, so.
He sniffs her hair and... huh. Okay. Yeah. He really does like-- smell her. Like he knows and feels like mine, my family. It's a weird possessive thought that comes in, invasive, and that he tries to push out.]
Yeah. It's Sanguis. I can smell you. Like, really well.