Title: Smells of the evening
Disclaimer: Does Greg have hot relations with everyone in the lab? Then all I own is my computer and some sour mints.
Rating:G for...cute men?
Pairing:Gil/Greg
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One of the things Gil loves about Greg was his smell. It is one of the only things that is routine about him.
5:13 P.M. Just after his shower, he smelles strongly of peaches and cherries, and Gil, while not quite sure how Greg manages it, loves it.
5:38 P.M. Greg's newly gelled hair has a strange, but not unpleasant, and entirely Greg blend of smells. The gel has an interesting scent when mixed with cherries, and the peach smell had almost completely faded.
5:46 P.M. The smell of 'melon blast' shaving cream was unexpected when Greg had first bought it, but now seemed as much a part of Greg as the peach/cherry/gel scent.
5:58 P.M. Greg was now on his second cup of coffee, and another scent was introduced into the mix. The earthy, sweet smell of his blue Hawaiian (exactly how much sugar did he put in that?) was one of his most recognizable smells, overpowering the others.
6:00 P.M. Marg, William, Eric, and Eggplant are being fed, Greg is making them follow his hand for their meal of fish and lettuce. When that was done, he had a faint oder of turtle.
6:05 P.M. "Uh, Gil?"Greg is now looking at him in that cute way that reminds him all too much of a puppy. His head cocked to the side, and his eyes wide, he always does that when he's confused. Or when he wants something. "Yes, Greg." "Um, are you gonna explain why you've been staring at me really strangely all evening?