...Not really like anything, actually. I mean, mostly it's just...like a guy. It's not like biting into a fruit basket or something.
[He blinks a second, glancing at the ashtray nearby — does he taste like smoke and ash when he's kissed, he wonders abruptly? It's something he's used to personally, of course, but he smokes somewhat on the regular so of course he is. Should he start carrying mints? What if kissing him is disgusting?
The sudden horror of this notion would keep him up all night, even if he weren't planning to be up all night with Polnareff already.]
Mostly just like guy. Sometimes if he smells good that'll kind of mix in with it too. If he's got chapstick on then it's a little sticky. Lipstick makes everything taste weird, though.
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[He blinks a second, glancing at the ashtray nearby — does he taste like smoke and ash when he's kissed, he wonders abruptly? It's something he's used to personally, of course, but he smokes somewhat on the regular so of course he is. Should he start carrying mints? What if kissing him is disgusting?
The sudden horror of this notion would keep him up all night, even if he weren't planning to be up all night with Polnareff already.]
Mostly just like guy. Sometimes if he smells good that'll kind of mix in with it too. If he's got chapstick on then it's a little sticky. Lipstick makes everything taste weird, though.