Kenshin was bent over his laundry bucket, scrubbing away at a small stain. Karou grinned and crept toward him, hoping to catch him unaware. He straightened and inspected his work. "The laundry is almost done, Kaoru-dono," he informed her, squinting at the now invisible stain.
Discovered, she decided to wrap her arms around his chest and breathed in deeply. "You smell like soap, Kenshin."
He closed his eyes as he breathed in her own scent. She also smelled of soap mixed with sweat, clearly due to her dedication to her art. 'She doesn't smell blood,' he thought contentedly and sighed.