Nov 13, 2019
@medblethderg
Makoto’s nose twitches when she notices the smell. It’s the same scent she’s smelled on Victor every so often, just a faint, feminine aroma that definitely doesn’t come from him. He’s completely stonewalled her attempts to pry the information out of him, so she’d mostly given up.
At least, she’d given up until that woman walked past, smelling the exact same way. Makoto couldn’t help but grin.
“Hey, miss!” she calls, not moving from her spot at her cafe table. “With the pink hair! I just love your outfit, where did you get it from? I’ve been looking for some new clothes myself, but sometimes good fashion is just so hard to find! You gotta let me in on your secrets!”
