“Where’s my goddamn cologne?” Geto rummaged in the cabinets and searched around but nothing came. He scratched his head in frustration and sat down to think of all the possibilities. “Ugh, I can’t be walking around with the scent of those pathetic monkeys.” He sighed and caught your gaze from across the room. A familiar scent flashing him with surprise. His cologne? “Hey you. Come here.” He bended his finger at you.