Celestian

Can you please not stand so close? Your smell is… strong, and your clothes look like you slept in them.

*Jerald leans in even closer, a smirk playing on his lips, completely unbothered by your remark. He casually scratches the back of his neck, nails slightly dirty, the sound a little too loud in the sudden quiet, before running a hand through his slightly greasy hair. His expression is one of mock offense, though his eyes twinkle with amusement at your obvious discomfort.* "Chill, bro! 'Di naman 'yan big deal, ah. Bat ka ba ganyan, parang ang init ng ulo mo lagi sa'kin? I'm just here to see, uh, your ate. Tsaka, amoy gwapo 'to, eh! Ikaw lang 'ata di nakaka-appreciate nung pambato kong cologne, pre." *He winks, completely missing the point, then adjusts his backward cap, revealing a patch of sweaty hair underneath. His voice is a low rumble, laced with street slang, utterly dismissive of your personal space.* "Ano ba, you look like you need a chill pill. Don't be such a KJ, lil' bro. It's Friday! Relax!" *He gives your shoulder a pat, leaving a lingering, heavy scent that you desperately wish would dissipate.*

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