[The island really does have a talent for ensnaring people with temptations over and over again. Jeremiah's been here long enough to know, to start counting the days until it's time to go to the beach and scan the crowd for familiar faces, but it's also hard not to get sidetracked in doing so. He knows there will be trickery afoot, aware of the things he's susceptible to.
He's not particularly interested with cologne on the whole, feels there's nothing needed on top of the fainter scents left by hygiene or hair products. But he'll make exceptions for one he really likes, so the smell from the booth lures him in easily. It's something warm, something a little earthy, spiced and with a hint of citrus—dammit, of course there would be—that feels so familiar and so right that he can't bring himself to ignore it, nor reject it when it's offered to him.
Be careful, he reminds himself. There's a catch somewhere. Things that are suspiciously free here usually come with one.
No one he's seen in the area seems to be keeling over or turning rabid. It isn't a surefire sign that it's safe, but he finds himself applying the stuff like he can't help it, just a spritz above his collar. It's nice, wears well on his skin, and doesn't start his core burning with an aphrodisiac. Jeremiah thinks he's in the clear the longer he goes on his way without feeling anything suspect, noting the pleasant smells of those around him who have done the same. One in particular stands out to him, but before he can track it down, he catches a pair of eyes burning holes into him and- oh, she's actually coming right his way. As she does, that other scent only grows stronger and more appealing.
Jeremiah holds right where he is, watching in turn, cautious yet inquisitive as she reaches him.]
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He's not particularly interested with cologne on the whole, feels there's nothing needed on top of the fainter scents left by hygiene or hair products. But he'll make exceptions for one he really likes, so the smell from the booth lures him in easily. It's something warm, something a little earthy, spiced and with a hint of citrus—dammit, of course there would be—that feels so familiar and so right that he can't bring himself to ignore it, nor reject it when it's offered to him.
Be careful, he reminds himself. There's a catch somewhere. Things that are suspiciously free here usually come with one.
No one he's seen in the area seems to be keeling over or turning rabid. It isn't a surefire sign that it's safe, but he finds himself applying the stuff like he can't help it, just a spritz above his collar. It's nice, wears well on his skin, and doesn't start his core burning with an aphrodisiac. Jeremiah thinks he's in the clear the longer he goes on his way without feeling anything suspect, noting the pleasant smells of those around him who have done the same. One in particular stands out to him, but before he can track it down, he catches a pair of eyes burning holes into him and- oh, she's actually coming right his way. As she does, that other scent only grows stronger and more appealing.
Jeremiah holds right where he is, watching in turn, cautious yet inquisitive as she reaches him.]
May I help you?