Cerise Hood was someone that was familiar with the idea of secrets. She could smell them a mile away, especially if someone had done their best to hide their tracks. It was something a talent of hers.
She'd always been taught how to keep secrets from her parents. Her dad was always telling her to keep things close to her chest and her mom knew the best ways to lie to people. She always knew the best way to lie to people was through telling the truth in a different way, or by only telling a shortened version of it.
Cerise was, ironically, better at it then her sister. Her sister wasn't fond of telling lies.
She knew the Ed's were keeping secrets from people the second she met them a couple of weeks ago. Something about them didn't smell right. They acted a little too off sometimes and when she looked at them, she noticed how they looked almost like the open road had spit them out at their feet.
Ed smelled of ink, of plastic toys, and of stepford smiles.
Somehow always flitting through a comic book with a dreamy expression on his face and thought slipping through his mind. Always acting out in the present moment and never thinking about the future, and especially never about the past. Details about where they were from were slim, like they were a long-forgotten memory to him.
Eddy smelled of freshly printed money, of overpriced cologne, and an overbearing paranoia.
Always looking over his shoulder to look for a friend that he'd greet with a dumb nickname, an enemy that never appears. Bounding into every room with overconfidence and free spiritedness, but always jumped at a sudden movement and a loud noise. Every move against was treated like an attack that always wounded him somehow.
Double D smelled of motor oil, of high-end soaps, and guilt.
His hands were always messing with project that would either help himself or help others, though never really takes a break for himself. The books and tools are always open whenever she sees him at his workshop, and she isn't sure when he ever stops. He's always doing something that distracts him, further him to one goal after the next to prevent thinking too much.
Cerise was a person very familiar with keeping secrets. She recognized when people kept secrets.
She wouldn't pry, though. Her secrets were her own and theirs were theirs.
But that didn't stop her from wondering.