“Hey, bad dog!” Sora waggled a finger at the stranger. “No treats for you.” It was an odd gesture, yes, but no odder than the person sniffing him. Rather than bothering him, however, he was merely curious. “What’s wrong? I don’ smell that bad, do I?”
{ 白; }
“But I’m not a dog!” The accusation caught Shiro off guard. Dogs were scary. “Ah, not… bad… You just smell different.” Different in a way that probably meant non-human, not that he’d blurt that out so easily. “I don’t eat treats…?”
{ 白; } Obviously, no one had ever taught Shiro that sniffing strangers could be considered rude or invasive. Still, this person had a very peculiar scent, one that he couldn’t place anywhere. He’d keep trying.
