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≈ e v i e b a g n o l d ≈ (call_me_evie) wrote in wished,

Bearing in mind Evie was almost asleep when Alfie came over, her reaction wasn't entirely unreasonable. She jerked back to full consciousness, jumping half a foot in the air and coming back with a squashy sort of thud into the chair.

"Good grief, Alfie, you scared the dickens out of me," she gasped, clutching her heart, which was pounding loudly. She'd always been the type to startle easily, and she was glad more people didn't know about it, because she was sure there were people out there who would have made a game out of sneaking up behind her to see her freak out. Alfie, she knew, had no malicious intent, so she wasn't entirely pissed off at him. Just... out of breath.

And in the process of trying to regain her breath, she finally caught a whiff of the boy. "Good grief!" she exclaimed again, louder this time, and this time accompanied by a horrified expression. "You smell like... like... like someone farted out a foot! A dead foot! Into a sewer!"

Okay, admittedly that wasn't her most eloquent of similes, but she couldn't think of any other way to describe the dreadful aroma emanating from Alfie.