Cont. @hiitme
“Oh, believe me, I looked!”
Not that he really saw anything besides a fuzzy blur, even as close as he was to the stranger. But still, he smelled good, like a proper, clean scuffle, dust and blood, all the scents he came to associate with his favorite pastime.
“I just happen to know what I like, and I’m seeing it: a fighter. Or at least I think so-- you look like one, anyways.”
















