D sighed as he wiped the blood of the once Mr. Andrew Davidson from his hands. Humans, especially Americans, were a rather volatile people. He had not reacted well when the Harpy D had sold him and his wife tore her apart and fled. If Mrs. Davidson had followed the contract and not tried to force herself upon the poor creature, both husband and wife would have been fine.
Instead, he had attacked D and both he and the animals had acted accordingly. The animals had dragged the corpse to one of the rooms in the back and the harpy had followed with a hungry expression.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, causing D to twitch before Leon barged in with all his usual grace.
"D! W-" He abruptly stopped.
"Detective?" D asked concerned.
Leon put down the cardboard box filled with what smelled like chocolate lava cakes on the low table to the side and walked closer to D. He took a deep breath through his nose, sniffing the air.
"Something's different." He said with narrowed eyes.
"Oh, must be my new perfume. My barber suggested it to me."
"No, it's not you. I know what you smell like!"
What
"You do?"
What D really wanted was to screech out an: 'Excuse me! How dare you?!' but refrained.
With Leon, he sometimes wondered why he even tried to be civil. Then he reminded himself that a police officer going missing would be suspicious.
Leon flushed an angry red. "Stop trying to change the subject! It smells like piss and blood in here!"
D was sure he had cleaned it of any traces of blood and animal urine. D sighed.
"Some of the animals had a bit of a fight. It's been handled."
"Uh-huh. I know the difference between human and animal blood D."
"You must be mistaken."
Leon ignores him, walking around the shop occasionally sniffing at the air until each step took him closer to the back room and the door where the corpse was being devoured by the more carnivorous creatures.
"What exactly do I smell like, detective?" He asked quietly.
Leon turns around, hesitating. "The Bitter smell of sugar and something else. It gets stronger when you have a horrible customer, the bitter smell, not the sugar smell. You don't like rude people, but then again, you don't like any of your customers. There's something primal in there too. Everyone says you never smell like the animals from your shop, but none of them actually smell too much like animals are supposed to. Not to say they don't smell like animals but it's faint. Too faint to really cling to you. Usually, the last thing you ate too. Right now you smell like strawberry cheesecake, which means you recently had a customer. I can't stand it when you eat anything chocolatey though, makes me nauseous. Oh! And your perfume, which you switched to two weeks ago, smells faintly of oak and lavender. Lavender, really D? I expected better of you."
That was the most D had ever heard him speak at one time and Leon was no silent spectator.
"What's wrong with lavender?" D asked offended.
"It gives me a headache. Or maybe that's just you in general. Point is, it smells horrible!"
"...Alright."
Leon glared at him. "Don't make this weird."
"I wouldn't dream of it, detective." D smiled.
What an odd creature, he thought.
He changed his perfume the next day.