"Before you finish that thought," Asha cut in, "I'm gonna have to point out that you haven't bathed in five days. You're basically approaching 'biological hazard' territory here."
A sudden wave of self-awareness hit him like a splash of cold water. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, sniffed the collar of his uniform, and recoiled slightly. "Oh," he muttered, horror dawning on his face. "Oh no."
He sniffed again, just to be sure.
Yep. He reeked. A potent mix of dried sweat, pipe grease, faint antiseptic, and desperation. No wonder Asha sounded smug.
Rosa was the first to notice his reaction, raising a single, perfectly shaped brow. "Wait—don't tell me that face means what I think it means."
She leaned in slightly... then leaned way back with an exaggerated grimace.
Rosa's nose scrunched up as she leaned away. "Ohh~"
"I-I didn't wanna say anything," Clara stammered, fidgeting with her glasses.
