( their definitions of disinterest are clashing. horrifically. )
I don't smell.
( a statement that leaks out between gritted teeth, and has her hackles raising just for the sake of raising; a perfectly legitimate response to a stupid conversation in a tense situation. but under all the ruffled feathers, she probably does a bit. smell like blood and carnage, sweat and the musk that came from riding around in rovers with teenagers literally sweating bullets and fear. maybe a little mud and rainwater and gunpowder beneath all that — all together a scent she and those around her at home have grown too familiar with to even notice anymore. the apocalypse hadn't exactly seen to spare the deodorant.
she'll sniff her shirt and feel self conscious later, if not never. but with an ounce less feeling, more composure, she jerks her chin towards the escorts seemingly counting heads in preparation of releasing them. )
no subject
I don't smell.
( a statement that leaks out between gritted teeth, and has her hackles raising just for the sake of raising; a perfectly legitimate response to a stupid conversation in a tense situation. but under all the ruffled feathers, she probably does a bit. smell like blood and carnage, sweat and the musk that came from riding around in rovers with teenagers literally sweating bullets and fear. maybe a little mud and rainwater and gunpowder beneath all that — all together a scent she and those around her at home have grown too familiar with to even notice anymore. the apocalypse hadn't exactly seen to spare the deodorant.
she'll sniff her shirt and feel self conscious later, if not never. but with an ounce less feeling, more composure, she jerks her chin towards the escorts seemingly counting heads in preparation of releasing them. )
Guess we're about to find out.