don't let your parents turn into pigs

Clove. Did her parents believed she smelled like clove? His mother kept some in her stash and the girl walking beside him smelled nothing like it. If he were to lean in ever so slightly so she wouldn't notice, he would scent notes of peony and other vibrant flowers. It was refreshing in the cathedral of grapes that smelled all too sweet and overwhelming. He doesn't notice her shyness, it goes unnoticed as he glances around their surroundings. Too busy figuring out her floral scent to pay attention.

Her next statement though brings him back to their conversation. A noise that sounds almost like snort or he's clearing his throat answers her statement. He was sure he would figure it out eventually, but not yet. It would take time. When he was ready, he would know. "I will look forward to showing you around," Akito replies, a ghost of a smile on his lips before it fades immediately. Another clearing of his throat as they wander deeper until the cluster of grapes grow thicker and fuller.

It appears they're both on the same wavelength. When Clove stops, so does he. His gaze turns from her to the grapes as she asks if he's eaten any before. "I have not. We typically have lychee available," he adds as he too steps closer to a cluster of grapes. There are several different colors of grapes and he wonders if they all taste different. His gaze moves to Clove once more to see if she'll try them and it seems like she will. Akito reaches out then to grab a light green grape between his teeth and pull it into his mouth with his tongue. The bright burst of tartness has his face scrunching up.