"….Or maybe not."
There was nothing to prove that he had had such a good sense of smell. It wasn't like he'd smelled something special or something that others couldn't detect. He whimpered and frowned. Then he put his face right at Myohan's neck, making Shihuang frown a little.
"What are you doing?"
"Just give me a minute."
Myohan didn't push him away. He took all the time he wanted then he frowned.
Myohan asked, "Can you smell anything?"
"Yeah."
"What is it?"
Shihuang's eyes flashed for a second. Sinsul looked at those black eyes and said grimly, "Fabric softener."
Heavy silence fell. Myohan looked like he had just heard the corniest joke ever. Sinsul turned to Shihuang and sniffed. He didn't push him away either.
Shihuang asked with a smile, "Well, what do I smell like?"
"Hmm…"
Sinsul rubbed on his chin and tilted his head. Then, he smiled. He clapped and said, "You smell just like Myohan! You two must use the same fabric softener!"