Gus falters a little as he folds one of his shirts. He make a non-commital noise.
"It's good soap, but, do you really want to go around smelling like..." Not lavender. Gus picks up his bottle of lavender oil and looks at it for a long minute. The smell was overpowering, to tell you the truth. The supersmeller had pretty much had it's fill of all the sents that came with part of being with the beautiful people. Hairspray, perfume, everything that could hold a smell was used and abused. Gus's nose had practially decared mutiny and shut down out of self defense. Because it was either that, or extreme headaches.
Gus squeezes the bottle in his fist. A flash of anger rising up suddenly, and just as suddenly vanishing again. He drops it into the trash can and resists the impuse to give the can a good, solid, kick.
"Bring some if you want to." Gus shrugs. "I'd just as soon forget it."
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"It's good soap, but, do you really want to go around smelling like..." Not lavender. Gus picks up his bottle of lavender oil and looks at it for a long minute. The smell was overpowering, to tell you the truth. The supersmeller had pretty much had it's fill of all the sents that came with part of being with the beautiful people. Hairspray, perfume, everything that could hold a smell was used and abused. Gus's nose had practially decared mutiny and shut down out of self defense. Because it was either that, or extreme headaches.
Gus squeezes the bottle in his fist. A flash of anger rising up suddenly, and just as suddenly vanishing again. He drops it into the trash can and resists the impuse to give the can a good, solid, kick.
"Bring some if you want to." Gus shrugs. "I'd just as soon forget it."