So I have been off line for a long time now, thought I might just get into the groove of things with a few rather pointless things. They are just quick little things. More like poems...
Anyway I own nothing, not even this computer.
Alex Hirsch owns Gravity falls.
Smell Hers
She smells like soap, and a clean room. Fresh champagne and deodorant.
Clean and high quality.
Her skin smells as if she takes hot baths with multiple different fancy bath salts.
Her hair smells as if she takes care of it so that there are no split ends.
Her clothing smells freshly aired, as if she has owned it for a long time but has
kept it in such good condition that it will never wrinkle, or tear, or get a speck of dirt on it.
She smells like old money, solid gold bars. Cold and clean.
So why does she smell so good?
Smell His
He smells like body odor and cheap soap. Something to just slather on when he first gets in the shower.
He smells as if he sweats from exertion, as if he goes out of his way to
work up a smell by the time that he gets home.
He smells as if he spends entire days trapped inside poring over old books
and pieces of maps that are falling apart just by him touching them.
He smells like pine trees in the middle of summer time, burning logs and monster dung.
He smells like a peasant. A poor little hyperactive boy.
One that is too busy and happy to care about something as pointless as how he smells.