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I’m bored, somebody fight me.
*makes a spitball, spits it at you through a straw.*
Well, frail, you’ve got my attention. Ballsy move.
Frail? *Scrunches nose a little bit.* And probably not the best move I’ve ever done, but I’m bored too.
That kinda bored could get fatal real fast ya know. *grins, and sniffs the air* You smell real familiar– I know you from somewhere?
Maybe, guess it depends on who I do it to.
I don’t think so. I mean, not officially anyway. Maybe passed by somewhere?
Depends on who you do it to, yeah…. right. And do ya know who you done it to, doll? Or maybe you know my buddy, Logan.
*eyes light up at the mention of Logan.* Yeah, I know Logan!
And, maybe I do…?
*grin widens and leans closer*
Oh so you do know the runt. No wonder ya smell so familiar. Heh. He ever mention his ol’ pal Victor?
What would that have to do with my scent?
And he may have mentioned a Victor in passing.
*sniffs again* Cause with a scent like his, I can smell him on ya long after he’s been gone, dollface. Now that I know what I’m smellin’, its obvious.
Oh, sounds a little obsessive, but ok. What is obvious? …And I hope you aren’t calling me a ‘what’.
Nah, you ain’t the what, frail. That’s ol’ shortstuff Logan. *laughs meanly*. And its obvious I was smellin’ him, that’s all. So what’s your name, dollface? Ya got one?
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