It’s odd, he decides after a while, how Adam never smells bad. Maybe it’s the way the American government stamps them out. Maybe they put something in the mix like Twinkie preservatives. Because sometimes Adam smells hot and clean, like laundry, and sometimes more like vermouth and knives. Sharpest when he’s angry, sometimes when he’s tired. Iris root too. Hint of motor oil, but maybe it’s not motor oil. Maybe it’s C4.
he smells like laundry and knives and something uniquely adam. god, this truly is an inception fic with the serial numbers very lightly filed off.
