[Blue volunteered to answer this one. He is a male praetorian friend and lover of Bolt's, who's both the MC and a woman. They're both day angels... —RS]
Because I live at an association, I am around a lot of women. What is in vogue, what scents the air, are aromatic herbal scents. In our hot and sweaty world, everyone smells to the point that you don't notice it—until you receive a swift kick in the nose with an herbal "Hello, handsome!" I don't appreciate this squeal in the background noise. Truthfully, though I've recently learned that Bolt has a preference for her men wearing thyme oil, she's neither fashionable nor trendy herself. She prefers to be her natural self, whatever her state, with little fix-up, which means she'll pop in looking however she looks, even with a cowlick or two, or feathers akimbo. To me, this comes off a genuine, compared to the other women. I know she has her secrets she is loathe to share, yet it still feels genuine—genuinely, distinctively, my friend Bolt. I admire her athleticism; she taught me plenty of tricks I needed for work. Her constant sweaty motion leaves with her emitting a unique aroma. Though I wouldn't say to her directly, because she might take it wrong, I find her scent reassuring and very attractive. It's my favorite.
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