<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0c/Doomtown2-Recovered2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Walter Sinnett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9812108#msg9812108)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 13th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Walkin' into the Gates Ranch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Letty, Open.<br/><hr/><hr/><strong>"What, you tryin' to say I stink?"</strong><br/><br/>Walter raised one of his arms and sniffed at his own armpit. The problem here was largely simple. Even putting aside Walter's own thoughts on personal hygiene and bathing (and those were very limited thoughts that rarely went beyond "what a waste of bloody time") the truth was that he had gotten used to his own stench. He could walk, ride, fight, kill, feck and fart for a whole month and barely even notice. And let's be honest, he was used to living in London... and the rough parts of London... which wasn't particularly known for being salubrious or pleasantly smelling. Walter was, to steal a phrase, nose-deaf to his own odor. However badly he stank, however much people around him may wretch, he simply didn't notice.<br/><br/>The donkey, being the smarter one of the pair, did notice however, and even took the time to stop furrowing for carrots to turn his head and give Walter a long and telling glance. Walter responded with a scowl before taking another sniff of his armpit, grimacing.<br/><strong><br/>"Alright, maybe you're right. I do pong a bit."</strong><br/><br/>His duty done the donkey went back to the eternal struggle for more carrots.<br/><br/><strong>"But let's say I did have a bloody bath here. I've still got to go back through the soddin' dust to get back to Gomorra so I'd end up just like this anyway. Only time to have a bath is when you got a whore in there with you. And you're not on offer are you."</strong><br/><br/>Walter went back to his pipe, repacking it and lighting it before turning back to Letty.<br/><strong><br/>"And why you bein' so bloody nice to me? Gettin' me food, gettin' me rum, offerin' me some feckin' cake, wantin' to run a bath for me? I've had whores I've actually paid for not treat me this bloody good."</strong><br/><br/>Walter sniffed the air and let his eyes glance around.<br/><br/><strong>"This ain't a bloody trap is it? There ain't some big group of bloody mexicans or whatever the hell you are loiterin' around the back lookin' to jump me once I get nice and relaxed is there? Some bloody joker hidden behin'd the bathtub waitin' to jump at me once I whip my cock out?"</strong>