… best served scented with wildwood flower.
I have finally found a way to conquer and scare my Shifu: my oh-so-very-soft-fragrant-and-feminine perfume bottle.
He came to pick me up from my room this morning so we can run an errand outside of school together, and he sniggered at me for letting him wait for a few seconds so I could wear some perfume before I left my room. He muttered, “Ugh, girls.”
It was an opportune moment. Inspiration hit, and something inside my mind twinkled.
He was standing a few steps away from me. A smile slowly crept on my face.
I whipped my perfume bottle out, and started spraying it all over him, on his arms, and on his clothes. He leapt away from me in shock (men are so goddamn feeble sometimes!) and shouted that he didn’t want to “smell like a woman” during training.
But alas, I was on a roll. I chased him out of my room and down the hall with the bottle in hand. And what do you know, it doesn’t matter how many Shaolin Kung Fu forms you know, you can’t battle rose-scented dew as it permeates the air around you.
The power of spray bottles is absolute.
Girls have their weapons too, and next time I’m not holding back. I have a full arsenal: silk flower pins that I can sneakily pin to his shirt before training, body splashes, nail polish, and … lip … gloss.
[Yes, I’m evil]
But in all honesty, I thought wildwood flower smelled nice on him.
