What is that intoxicating aroma?
Who: Wolf and Owen
Where: Owen's room
When: Midday? Whenever
What: Wolf is distracted from a furtive trip to the dining hall by a most intriguing scent
Wolf knew Jareth had told him to lay low, but a wolf couldn't live on tap water alone. He'd been sneaking down to the dining hall and bringing back food for his mini-fridge, as well as books to look at. He wanted to go out and get moving, but every time he left his room he was in danger of running into that Dean guy again. He'd been able to take him once, but that guy was bad news.
On his way down, though, he was halted by a strain of scent. He hesitated, looking at the stairs, but followed it down the hall after a moment. It was just...what was it? It smelled familiar, but he just couldn't place, it and something about it was just irresistible.
By the time he got to the door the smell was coming from, he'd forgotten all about things like caution. He tried the knob and, finding it unlocked, pushed the door open and slipped inside, making a beeline for a pile of dirty clothes on the floor. He snatched several pieces up, giving them cursory sniffs and tossing them aside, until he got to a shirt that positively reeked of the scent he was seeking. Wolf buried his nose in it, letting out a groan of satisfaction.
Where: Owen's room
When: Midday? Whenever
What: Wolf is distracted from a furtive trip to the dining hall by a most intriguing scent
Wolf knew Jareth had told him to lay low, but a wolf couldn't live on tap water alone. He'd been sneaking down to the dining hall and bringing back food for his mini-fridge, as well as books to look at. He wanted to go out and get moving, but every time he left his room he was in danger of running into that Dean guy again. He'd been able to take him once, but that guy was bad news.
On his way down, though, he was halted by a strain of scent. He hesitated, looking at the stairs, but followed it down the hall after a moment. It was just...what was it? It smelled familiar, but he just couldn't place, it and something about it was just irresistible.
By the time he got to the door the smell was coming from, he'd forgotten all about things like caution. He tried the knob and, finding it unlocked, pushed the door open and slipped inside, making a beeline for a pile of dirty clothes on the floor. He snatched several pieces up, giving them cursory sniffs and tossing them aside, until he got to a shirt that positively reeked of the scent he was seeking. Wolf buried his nose in it, letting out a groan of satisfaction.