Salty

"Good morning!"

Coming in with a smile as bright as the midday sun, Tiger dragged a chair and plopped his butt down on it. His brows rose as he scanned everyone who was giving him this strange look. The stifling atmosphere quickly disappeared with his beaming smile and strong odor.

"Holy shit…" Gray whispered, looking at Tiger in disbelief. "What the hell is that smell?"

"What smell?" Tiger cocked his head to the side and then sniffed at himself. "Oh, you mean this? It smells nice, isn't it?"

"It makes my head hurt," Princess remarked monotonously, staring at Tiger dead in the eye. "Just what is wrong with you?"

"Can you please go away?" Fig requested with a sad face. "I miss my brother, who rarely showers. You smelled nice back then."

"Are you possessed or what?" Heaven chimed in with a scrunched face. "If you think you're changing for the better, then you're wrong. It's quite the opposite."