Firestone Hot Springs lotus eater

well good! she didn't seem to have her balls in a twist, could laugh like any other normal girl. well, girls didn't have balls did they? ladyballs his mind would correct him they got ladyballs. some weird and mystical thing, y'know? though he felt it was quite rude to even ask such a thing to a lady. that'd earn him a great smack upside the head.

"I dunno" Puck would sniff dramatically and cringe "it'd, like, hide your scent well enough" a pause before he went on "not that I would want to hide your scent. its the only thing that makes the place smell better." it was true. her more womanly perfume was making the day's old piss better.

he'd tilt his head as he looked away, keeping one fuschia eye trained on the stranger. "oh right, right right... name's Puck. I live in Elysium." who could even tell pack scent here? woof. it stunk.