theme: hair scrunchy
A blue splash of color in his peripheral vision perked his attention as he refilled the soap dispenser.
Rigby screwed the pump back on, curious to see what had caught his eye. He knelt down beside the counter to find a hair scrunchy, lying on the floor. He noticed several strands of brunette hair clinging to its' sides when it hit him. It wasn't just any hair scrunchy.
It was Eileen's.
He scooped it into his hand, nearing it closer to his face. The blue-green scrunchy let off a strong aroma of cinnamon. Rigby, not knowing exactly what the smell was called, referred to it in his mind as a 'Christmas time' odor.
Curiosity got the best of him as he started to wonder how it had wound up in his bathroom.
Maybe she was putting on lipstick (or whatever chicks do in the bathroom) and she just dropped it..? Or maybe Eileen left it here on purpose, knowing that I'd find it... when was the last time she was over here?
While Rigby was pondering over the hair tie, an unfamiliar aching crept into his stomach. An odd desire. A yearning.
The sensation puzzled him, but his body seemed to move without thought as he inhaled the scrunchy again. Something in his gut just wanted to keep smelling it, taking in its' intoxicating fragrance, over and over again.
Rigby wasn't sure if he was attracted to its' scent because it smelled really good- or it smelled like Eileen.
Without any hesitation, Rigby stuffed Eileen's hair scrunchy into his hoodie pocket. I'm sure she's got a billion of these... she wouldn't miss just one..
A/N: i could of taken this a step further, but i wanted to keep my rating, heheh. ;D