contrarianmarion-archive-deacti:

“Wha— ugh!” Finding herself face level with his armpit wasn’t exactly like breathing in a bouquet of daisies. Dipping a hand into a purse, she produced a small vial of perfume, which she proceeded to spritz him with. “You need this more than I do, you baboon.”

“Ach!” That got him to stagger back, swatting at the air as though he could knock that strong perfume right out of the room. “Easy! I can’ go around smellin’ like an old bat!"