Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Donut Sprinkles ❯ Meryl No. 5 ( Chapter 2 )

(Takes place after episode 4)

"I can recognize the scent of gunpowder and grease instantly."

Great, Meryl. You smell of Eau de Derringer.

She was an office worker, for crying out loud. One who just happens to know how to work firearms, she thought, cleaning her guns. She was a girl doing a job; she had no business smelling like some gun-slinging woman.

Maybe he thought his comment was a compliment. That doofus would. Yet she had no time to waste on flattering idiots. She had to find Vash the Stampede.

Reloading, she smiled.

Does this mean I don't have to waste money on perfume?