hnn...? [Carefully, as if expecting this is a trap, Virgil tilts his head back and sniffs the air. He then realizes he looks like a fool and stops.] I guess. It's just sort of... hung around.
[He's had this echo long enough to stop noticing it.]
Maybe it's actually perfume.
[because people totally wear ~deep wild cinnamon/nutmeg~ scent, right? That wouldn't make them smell like Cinnamon Toast Crunch at all, right?]
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[He's had this echo long enough to stop noticing it.]
Maybe it's actually perfume.
[because people totally wear ~deep wild cinnamon/nutmeg~ scent, right? That wouldn't make them smell like Cinnamon Toast Crunch at all, right?]