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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?

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[hexuality]

Yeah, Passioné. It was a friend's, but he passed it on to me and his girlfriend after he went home. Then she left, too. You should visit, you'd like it. I don't design anything in there, mind you.

[steleheart]

I'll totally make sure to come visit soon.

[hexuality]

You could always come along to say hi, too.

[steleheart]

That I'll definitely do.