This was peculiar. Very peculiar. It was a party and there were many scents mixing together; food, and drink perfumes and other bodily scents. Hannibal was used to the overload it caused his nostrils and he was adept to distinguish between the origins of scents even now.
So, what was it about Finlay? It was strange, almost as if he simply didn't smell.
He approached the young man and smiled politely. "Hello Finlay. Merry Christmas, of course and thank you for the invitation."
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Date: 2015-12-22 10:43 am (UTC)So, what was it about Finlay? It was strange, almost as if he simply didn't smell.
He approached the young man and smiled politely. "Hello Finlay. Merry Christmas, of course and thank you for the invitation."