Charlie inhaled deeply, when he thought Quin was not looking. The fox smelled divine, it made him wonder if he smelled good like Quin did. His own mother was always kissing his head and sniffing his hair. Even a total stranger the few times he went out as a small child tried to sniff his hair...<br/><br/>Leaving the towel draped over Quin's ears, he grinned at his handy work and moved away, sitting on the bench in front of the lockers. His pants still hung on his hips, loose and half done.  "I think in another twenty minutes I have chemistry or something." he dismissed the talk of class with another list of questions.  "Do you like having contracts? And does that thing in your penis hurt?  Why would you want to stop the mil-... I mean... why would you stop it from coming out?"