A pause was taken as he digested the other’s words. Even if he wanted to Azusa could not control his smell. He would spray himself with various colons, body sprays, and perfumes. They would conceal his dead body scent for a few minutes, if he was lucky a few hours. However, his stench would eventually resurface again without warning.
❛Yeah, I’m fine. I’m… I’m just a peculiar person❜, he answered, his voice turning into a low mumble with each passing word.
{ 白; } It wasn’t a very pleasant scent, especially with how sensitive the fox’s nose was. He hadn’t meant to be offensive though, and he minimised his breathing to block it out without being obvious about it. At least the other didn’t smell like blood. Shiro couldn’t stand the smell of blood.
“Well, it’s good that you’re fine! I’m just…” What had that one person called him? “…a super-sniffer detective child…?”
