Golden Glade all that he invested in goes straight to hell

The air? Well yeah, she was breathing so of course she — oh. Did she mean that sickly sweet smell? Ikkuma's nose lifted slowly as she investigated the airway, and there was a distinctly saccarine aroma clinging to the other girl. The prospect of licking trees didn't sound very appetizing. Ikkuma didn't have a sweet tooth either; the smell reminded her of old meat, and eventually she wrinkled her snout and said, Nah, I'm good.

With that, she did another side-step; this one was a bit more fluid and meant to place her around the other girl. It was at this point Ikkuma could get a good look at her — admiring the girl's coat and figure. You do this often? Y'know, make out with uh, trees?