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[steleheart]

Everything smells like fruit salad today.

[ Clary's sitting on a bench outside of the library, free hand cupped around her Styrofoam coffee mug, the other holding her device up to talk. ] And I literally mean everything. I don't have perfume that smells like peaches so I'm really, really hoping this isn't one of those curses where we turn in to whatever we smell like. That would suck.

[ She ... has a temper, that much is pretty true. Red headed and furious ( at Jace most of the time ) but she is still literally made of sweetness and light and angel wings so she smells good. It probably started sometime after she helped an old man put up a sign in the early morning and it's just gotten stronger and stronger since then.

Holding her cup up to her nose and sniffing. ] Even the coffee smells like fruit. [ A shrug. ] At least it's not sandalwood?

Comments

[unwheeled]

Well it isn't just my overactive imagination plus a lack of sleep. Thank you for the confirmation.

[steleheart]

smelling delicious too?

[ She's not flirting only because Clary is like generally all-round innocent unless you are Jace and then she turns into this creature of need and terrible thoughts. Be glad you can't hear her, Charles. ]

[unwheeled]

Smelling rather like peaches, anyway. It's slightly disconcerting. Pleasant, but disconcerting. What if someone were to get the wrong idea?

[ He will be, yes. ]

[steleheart]

just tell everyone that you've got a new bathscrub or something?

[unwheeled]

No voice at the moment, unfortunately, and I despair what pantomiming 'bath scrub' might bring to mind to whomever I'm trying to communicate with.

[steleheart]

maybe don't do that 8D what about your scary friend? or is him telling everyone about your bathscrub also a no-go?

[unwheeled]

I can imagine it now, Erik's face flatly regarding the entire city:

Charles Xavier smells of peaches. Do not be alarmed, it is merely a bath product.

[steleheart]

[ If only he could hear the giggling mass that is now Clary Fray. ]

if he's soft and fuzzy dont touch him. he might bruise?

[unwheeled]

(with the unspoken threat of what might happen if I dare end up bruised, yes)

Oh my goodness, I must thank you: I haven't laughed that hard in at least a week.

[steleheart]

no problem.

and as long as he'd up his game for the rest of us. we've already seen his angry chair routine, he needs to stay fresh.

[unwheeled]

Perhaps he'll send traffic lights and lampposts flying down the roads.

[ Wait. Did Erik actually do that during the riots? Now Charles has to think about that. ]

[steleheart]

if i see them i'll make sure to bring you some ice!

[unwheeled]

Bring me good scotch to go with it and I'll be your friend for life.

[steleheart]

help me get a fake id and youre on!

[unwheeled]

[ Erp. ]

How old are you?

[steleheart]

16. but hey thanks if you thought i was an adult!

[unwheeled]

You're quite welcome, though now I feel it necessary to amend my suggestion of friendship to a product that doesn't require forgery to accomplish.

Tea and pleasant company to distract from rampaging lampposts, how does that sound?

[steleheart]

:) yeah that sounds good at least i won't get in trouble with captain america?

[unwheeled]

I might die of embarrassment and true shame if Captain America found reason to suspect me of encouraging minors to break the law for me.

[steleheart]

well my boyfriend could probably do it

[unwheeled]

Or I can buy my own scotch and save him the trouble.

How have you been?

[steleheart]

good! a little bored though. how about you? why's your voice gone?

[unwheeled]

Boredom is unfortunate. Then again I've been a bit of a shut-in recently, perhaps I can't speak on it.

I made an exchange for some property from back home. Come next Sunday I'll have my voice back.

[steleheart]

oh! the literal mansion that showed up?!

[unwheeled]

Yes, in fact. And it's currently overrun grounds.