[He sniffs himself a little when she's not looking.
... Okay, yeah, he smells like a teenaged boy who swings around in a suit all night.
But then she's tugging at him and he's following without complaint, letting her lead him around. The sun's already coming out and illuminating everything, and he squints against it.]
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... Okay, yeah, he smells like a teenaged boy who swings around in a suit all night.
But then she's tugging at him and he's following without complaint, letting her lead him around. The sun's already coming out and illuminating everything, and he squints against it.]
Where're we?