Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27181220-20151026221600/@comment-27260597-20151106002953

Dami smelled like roses.

He couldn't help it, after all, his twin sister had threw a vase of them at him that morning for taking a bite out of her chocolate muffin. And he had tripped and fell into a rosebush several times that day. And he had squirted half the bottle of Rose's Sweet Delight body wash on himself accidentally when he was looking for his rubber ducky. (Why is it that Dami is always the most embarrassing?) But now that he was at the dance, he was worried that the fume of flowers was going to knock out his beautiful mermaid date anytime soon.

Merana sniffed. The air smelled, funny. Not bad or anything, just out of the normal. "Do you smell... burning roses?"

The look on the demon's face was hilarious, as he nervously grinned. "Y-yeah, that's me. "He shrugged. "What can I do about it?"

MerMer leaned on her date slightly. "Don't be worried. I like you for you! The adorkable, rose-burning demon you are." And she grabbed his hand for support.

"Thanks." Maybe prom won't be so bad after all! He mused to himself as he sipped the charmblossom punch.

But of course, in the distance, one could hear a certain combination of noises. Pots banging, whirrs of a KitchenAid, and yells of, "BAKE FASTER, YOU OVEN!"