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Alexander holds back a snickers with his hand, reaching out to pat down the places where Adom's strands are poking out in a strange way.
"More like a nuisance," Adom throws back, watching in reverie as Alexander helps fix his hair. Alexander's scent is subdued, like he's taken a suppressant, but Adom can still feel it. Not the stale, cold essence of it around Alexander's condo but the vibrant buzz of it when Alexander is right in front of him. It's like a sudden shower, the drizzle soft and quiet while the sun still shines. It's so strange, Adom thinks. The way Alexander's scent makes him feel.