Chuckling, Kuronue leant forward and kissed Yukimura's forehead, bent bent to pick up the shampoo, squeeze some into his fingers. It was more frothy than he was used to, and lathered well.
"This smells disgusting," he said suddenly, wrinkling his nose. "There's..." he looked at the label, "no mango about it. At the moment it's like a vat of chemicals slathered in honey to cover up the smell." It did ease, just at the moment this wasn't doing his nose any favours.
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Date: 2011-08-31 02:19 pm (UTC)"This smells disgusting," he said suddenly, wrinkling his nose. "There's..." he looked at the label, "no mango about it. At the moment it's like a vat of chemicals slathered in honey to cover up the smell." It did ease, just at the moment this wasn't doing his nose any favours.