Dede turns to Thanatos with a quizzical expression settled on his face.
"Why does she smell like…"
Like what? Is it my breath? Or my body? Maybe my hair? What does it smell like? Like rotten eggs? Or do I smell as bad as a skunk? Garlic breath? Hotdog water smell? Bad beans? Dirty diapers?
Maybe Dirty Diapers was too much, I think to myself. Perhaps, I was overanalyzing it.
"She smells like…the moon."
I let out a deep breath I didn't realize I was holding. But wait- The moon? What does the moon smell like? Did he mean that in a good way?
"What do you mean she smells like the moon? That is not possible, maybe something is wrong with your nose. Here, I will give it a try." Andre spoke as he stepped closer.
He did the same thing Dede did. Andre backed away slowly after a while, his eyes still very much on me, studying me. Maybe if he looked hard enough, answers would present themselves.
Maybe.
