"I mean, like, in case you were insulted if I wasn’t…"
He sighed heavily, running his hands through pale white hair to force himself to relax. He wasn’t supposed to be embarrassing himself already.
And then there was that question. People really did catch on quick, but then again he didn’t catch very ‘normal’ vibes from her either.
"…What do you mean by that? That’s a little direct, don’t you think?" He dodged.
He was avoiding her question and she hated it when that happened to her, so she crossed her arms as her eyes narrowed in distrust.
"One, it was meant to be direct. Two, what I mean is you smell like death. And it’s not often I smell that hanging on ‘living’ body. So spill, or I’ll make you."
Well, this is gonna be hard to avoid, isn't it.
It was always so hard to meet new people when they were suspicious of him. Any contact was usually cut off when the whole 'dead' thing came up.
Wait, she picked that up? Nobody picks that up.
At least not immediately.
Carter swallowed before stuffing his hands in his pockets, angling his chin up to look down at her. "I'll answer the question if you answer it first. Humans don't really have that sense of smell, so what are you?"
