❛ I MEAN —– you smell good to ME ; but i’m not really your target audience, so … ❜ shoulders rise & fall as a smile curves his lips. ❛ ———– i don’t think it’s too much. it’s way better than if you tried to drown yourself in axe at least. ❜
Blaine laughed, smirking in relief that he wasn’t walking around smelling like a Hershey’s bar. “I do? Great! Thanks. That’s what I was hoping for. I don’t think I’ll ever be one of those Axe guys,” he scrunched his nose and batted his fingers in front of it like he was trying to chase off a God awful smell. “The entire locker room smells like that nonstop during football and hockey season. Any season, really. Now that I think about it..” Maybe it’s a McKinley thing? “Hockey’s just the worst. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll choke to death on the fumes mid-swing at a punching bag.”
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