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 Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 3:44 pm
He smiles, setting the stem of the eaten chocolate strawberry back in the wrapper it had once occupied for the moment and motions for her to follow him as he heads deeper into the house.
His workroom had probably been a storage room for the previous occupant as it was in the most need of attention during his cleaning frenzy. With the dust, cobwebs, and various other debris cleaned away, however, it was now a spacious room, currently occupied by one long table (littered with an array of bottles), a refrigerator situated at its single outlet, and near the far wall, a pile of shipping boxes that had been arranged in about as organized of a clutter as they could be.
On the air, under the ghosts of cleaning fluids, hangs various scents...the most pronounced, at the moment, being the gentle aroma one might catch off of a low-hanging cherry bough in bloom.
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 5:00 pm
Well, color Melody impressed.
Not possessing Hitsuga's sense of smell, she isn't immediately aware of the scent under the cleaning fluid, but slowly, as she becomes accustomed to it, she tilts her head upward, nostrils flaring slightly as she sniffs the air.
"Mmm!" She remarks. That's actually... pretty good!
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 5:15 pm
He bustles up ahead of her to check the fragrance he'd been working on before the knock at the door had pulled him away. Finding that no dust motes (or insects gonk ) had found their way into it in his absence, he breathes a sigh of relief.
He apologizes for the mess, he's not had time, yet, to get things properly organized, and between Rika and himself, the shipping boxes just keep coming in!
But come! he urges, pulling out the chair he usually occupies himself to offer it to her. He'll show her what he can. 4laugh
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 5:24 pm
Melody gratefully takes a seat, not until that moment realizing just how SORE her knees and ankles had been getting. sweatdrop Ow.
But then she leans as far over the table as she can, eyes wide as she takes in the sight of all those bottles, all those liquids, all those... well. EVERYTHING.
She has to admit, she's always wondered how perfume was made. Well- it wasn't ever a BURNING DESIRE, but always something, in the back of her mind, gnawing at her curiosities as she looked over all the pretty bottles in department stores, spraying little test bottles into the air and making her Auntie Luna sneeze.
But Melody never really thought to WEAR the stuff...
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 5:30 pm
It is not as difficult as some might think.
...but then, its probably a lot MORE difficult than others would.
Perfumes are actually a number of base scents, which is why he needs so many bottles, he explains, reaching out to pick one of them up at random and uncap it. He brings it near Melody to waft the strong scent that it exudes in her direction with his fingertips.
To him, it is eye-wateringly pungent in such a large amount. To her, she may smell a strong scent of juniper.
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 5:32 pm
Melody sniff... sniff...sniiiiiiiffs... and--
Oh WOW. And so he can make stuff that actually SMELLS LIKE THINGS and not like the soaps she buys at the supermarket that say they smell like a particular thing but actually don't smell like it at all?
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 5:44 pm
He laughs a bit. He's noticed this as well about Gaia... sweatdrop
But yes, one of the things he is very particular about in his work is conveying a certain idea with it. Sometimes that idea is very simple, like a bowl of fruit. Sometimes that idea is more complex....
He offers Melody a mental image of a fall sunset, and a breeze carrying several crisp leaves on it touseling past an apple tree laden with overripe fruit.
It depends heavily on what his customers would like, in the end...
But, getting back to the point, what he does is, from these bottles, he figures out how much of each he will need to create the scent that he wants.
He pauses to fish a testing strip out of the nearby clutter and dip it into the concoction before him. Blotting away the residual moisture, he offers it to Melody.
This is what he's currently working with. What does that smell like to her?
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 5:57 pm
Melody takes a long sniff, eyes closed and her hands keeping her hair out of her face.
It smells like... hm.
Another sniff.
Liiiiike....
Well, once, there was this time in the spring, when the trees were starting to blossom? Once she and Daddy and Auntie Luna and Grandma June and Cousin Caroline and her nieces, and also her Great-uncle Vilden and other cousin Sofi had this BIG PICNIC with barbecue and everything. But before Great-uncle Vilden lit the grill, they were setting out all the food that needed to be cooked and all the desserts that they'd have after the barbecue, and Melody unpacked a bowl of fruit all mixed together... Raspberries and blueberries and blackberries and strawberries and cherries, and also some berries that were native to Grandma June and Great-uncle Vilden's planet.
And even though Melody knew she wasn't supposed to eat it until after the meal, she just had to reach in and sneak a berry, and she picked the reddest cherry she could find and ate it when she thought no one was looking. But in the back of her mind, she could feel light, playful teasing from Great-uncle, Auntie, Grandma, and Daddy because Melody couldn't hide her projections.
Everyone, including Melody, laughed and laughed and laughed...
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 6:18 pm
Hitsuga seems a bit taken aback by her response. Though....not in a bad sort of way. She does not accompany her explanation with any imagery, but he feels he can see it just as clearly as if she had.
He finds it touching....and neatly closes his mind off for a moment to keep any inklings of envy within himself as he reflects on what his own upbringing was like.
Lady Melody is most blessed to have such memories, he tells her, smiling warmly. And he is happy to have reminded her of one of them.
Most people would tell him that it smelled like a berry patch in bloom, but he thinks.....maybe he likes her description better.
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 6:22 pm
Melody has never been to a berry patch in bloom; perhaps that's why she didn't think of it?
But she also knows that smells are powerful ways to make people remember things; just like how Daddy loves the smell of strawberry soap because it reminds him of so many things from when he was just a tiny, tiny boy and he'd just met mommy and--
Well. Like Melody said before; it's kind of a long story!
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 6:34 pm
It is one he'd be interested in hearing sometime, he thinks. He likewise files the strawberry soap footnote away for later in his mind.
If Lady Melody likes this particular fragrance, he would be happy to let her have a bottle when he has finished it 3nodding
Or....does she have other ideas...? he offers. He will, of course, need to finish Lady Rika's project first, but afterward...
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 6:37 pm
Well, Melody thinks, she wouldn't really know what sort of fragrance would suit her! Or what her husband would like her to smell like or--
...Hm. Melody will really have to think about this. ninja
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 6:43 pm
Lady Melody can take all of the time she needs. 3nodding His offer will stand for as long as necessary.
He hesitates and then takes the pipette he has been using to stir things and gently inquires if he may borrow her wrist a moment?
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 6:44 pm
Melody obligingly holds out a wrist, head tilted to the side. Why would he need her wrist?
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 6:47 pm
He answers her question for her by dipping the pipette in the berryflower fragrance before him, and tapping off the excess fluid before applying the tip carefully over her pulse point.
It is a bit strong to his own senses as he has not diluted it yet, he says, urging her to rub it with her other wrist so it is evenly distributed, but he feels, perhaps in that amount, it may be just right to herself and other porcelain.
As she associates it with such dear memories, it would honor him if she would be the first to wear it.
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