Being accused of smelling ballsacks would definitely set Jean off. He's been informed he doesn't stink, which is good, but he's still sensitive about being perceived as a loose omega. This could turn very quickly from two best friends hanging out to Jean launching himself at Marco with both fists flying.
Jean catches the hint of interest that flares in Marco's scent, but he doesn't recognise it for what it is. He's very rarely had that particular scent directed at him, and thinks it's just some random blip going through Marco's scent pattern.
"Pffft, I'm not going back yet." Jean flops backwards onto the mat, still holding Marco's hand. "They banished me for the day, so they're just going to have to live without me for now." A few moments later, he shoots Marco a look out of the corner of his eyes. "I also want to know this works. Can we try again?"
He wouldn't be this vulnerable with anyone but Marco. He wants every memory of him being omega stamped out of everyone's minds, drowned with Marco's clean, inoffensive scent.
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Jean catches the hint of interest that flares in Marco's scent, but he doesn't recognise it for what it is. He's very rarely had that particular scent directed at him, and thinks it's just some random blip going through Marco's scent pattern.
"Pffft, I'm not going back yet." Jean flops backwards onto the mat, still holding Marco's hand. "They banished me for the day, so they're just going to have to live without me for now." A few moments later, he shoots Marco a look out of the corner of his eyes. "I also want to know this works. Can we try again?"
He wouldn't be this vulnerable with anyone but Marco. He wants every memory of him being omega stamped out of everyone's minds, drowned with Marco's clean, inoffensive scent.