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"Gribby!" Is the announcement of Pezzy's presence that he decides to leads with, swinging open the door of Grizzy's room. A subtle jump of his shoulders, Grizzy jolts, and then spins around.
"Oh shit, hey Pezzy. I'm live, you wanna say hi to chat?"
Pezzy giggles, light and playful, and shuffles further into the room.
"Yeah. Hi chat. I know you're streaming but I came to be annoying really quick." Now at Grizzy's side, he reaches for the hand still on his mouse, and makes grabby hands. "Gimme your arm."
"Why?" Grizzy asks, audibly baffled, but hands over his arm anyway, giggling along. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Nothing, dude!" Comes the protest, Pezzy pouting at him, and then pulling his packmate's hand up to his face. "Bear with me for a second, okay? Trust me. I'll explain on discord once I'm back in my room."
"Okay," Relents the alpha, and watches as his packmate nuzzles into his wrist, eyes staring into nothing as he snuffles against the scent gland on Grizzy's wrist. Once, twice, then pulls away and smiles innocently.
"Okay I'm good." He says, cheerful and unconcerned, and Grizzy cackles. Pezzy laughs, too, and then suddenly jerks to a stop in the middle of turning away. "Oh, wait! Uh - it's scent related for the pack. What do I smell like? Check me?"
"Oh, dude," Grizzy turns to his second monitor, clicking through discord. "I have it written down, hang on, I've got the whole pack here. Other than Matt, John, and uhhh Eli, I don't have them written down. But I have you, me, Puffer, Droid, and Smitty. Are those the ones you need?"
"Dude!" Pezzy cheers, clapping his hands together once. "Fuck yeah, lifesaver! Thank you! Uh, I need Puffer's, Droid's, and my own. You're like-"
He pauses, and glances at Grizzy nervously. Would his packmate be okay with him disclosing his scent on live? But Grizzy just shrugs.
"I'm like, cinnamon-y, right? Kinda?"
"Yeah, I'd say that's a large portion of it. Little sweeter, though." Pezzy agrees, exhaling softly in mild relief. Grizzy flashes him a grin.
"Yeah, that sounds like me." He giggles, and then turns back to his second monitor, selecting text to copy it. "I'll send the notes I have on my own over, just in case. Tell me what you need them for, though? Shit's got me curious."
"Sure! Thanks Grizzy." Pezzy leans over, bumping his forehead against Grizzy's, and then waving at the camera. "Bye chat! Behave or you're getting fucking banned, okay? Have fun!"
And then he's out the door, shutting it behind himself with a soft slam. Now in the hallway of the shared house, he can just-barely hear Grizzy laughing through the door.
He bumps into Droid in the hallway, and grabs him by the wrist.
"Hi Droid! Come with me, we're gonna bother Puffer for a second," He announces, and then drags Droid behind him to Puffer's room, ignoring the splutter and then laughter behind him as Droid stumbles after him.
Because he doesn't know what Puffer's up to, Pezzy knocks on the door first, because he's a polite packmate, thank you, and enters when Puffer calls for them to. His eyebrows rocket upward at the sight of Pezzy dragging Droid into the room behind him, but he's also speaking before Puffer can get any words out.
"Smitty's having some ouchie feelings about the fact he's stuck in another fuckin' country away from like, the majority of our pack? So I want to get him a list of everyone's scents and stuff so he can make a nest that'll feel more like we're actually there, you know?" Pezzy explains, letting go of Droid and dropping into a cross-legged sit on the floor. "Grizzy's gonna send me everyone's scent notes, but I wanted to ask if there's any other specific scents you guys want me to include? Or anything you want me to add when I send him the info?"
"Wait," Droid says, voice softening. "That's really sweet, actually."
Pezzy's face suddenly feels a little warmer, and he smiles sheepishly up at his packmate.
"Well, I remember before we all moved in together, I'd get really upset when I couldn't have a nest of everyone together. It's gotten a lot better now that we live together, but like, you guys know I really like that chamomile tea?" He glances between Puffer and Droid at that, met with overlapping sounds of confirmation. "Smitty told me he smells like chamomile and cream. So, that's my way of including him, you know? And it helps a lot. I want to give him that, too."
"Awh," Puffer mumbles, and then hums, crossing his arms in thought. "I mean, you know I like those chocolate mints. You could ask if he has anything similar up there?"
Pezzy nods, he can absolutely do that! And glancing up at Droid reveals a thoughtful expression.
"I dunno... maybe you could ask him about coffee? Since I'm really picky about what kind of coffee I drink? That, or..." He pauses, thinking, and then suddenly jerks upright. "Hang on, I've got it, be right back!"
And then promptly darts out of the room, leaving Puffer and Pezzy exchanging amused glances.
A few moments later, Droid slips back into the room, holding a bottle of cologne in his hand, staring at the back and muttering a drawn-out uhhhh under his breath.
"I've been using this cologne a lot? Smells good, it's uh. Lets see," The beta tilts his head, making Pezzy giggle and Puffer huff in amusement. "Crisp cedar, fresh mountain air - whatever that means - citrus peels, star anise, and soft musk."
"Cedar, citrus, and star anise are the only things that actually sound like they're possible to get as a scent, I'm gonna be real." Pezzy snickers out, and Droid nods in agreement, kneeling on the floor and holding out the bottle, a dark amber thing, with luxurious black-and-gold labelling.
"Wanna smell it?"
Immediately, Pezzy holds his arms out, and Puffer snorts in fond entertainment, scooting forward and offering an arm.
"Me too, please?"
"Sure," Droid answers back happily without looking, popping the lid off of the bottle. He gives a spritz to each of Pezzy's forearms, and then one shortly below Puffer's wrist scent gland. "There you go."
Predictably, both of them immediately lift their arms to their faces, and take a sniff.
It's crisp. Refreshing, with a little sweetness and a hint of spice under the brightness of a citrus-woodsy blanket. Pezzy, for one, loves it, and wiggles a little in delight, humming his approval. Puffer just makes a soft hm noise, and yawns.
"Well, you got what you need, can I kick you out of my room?" He teases, and Pezzy sends him a scowl.
"Mean," He whines, and Puffer snorts, reaching over and ruffling the omega's hair, being rewarded with a soft, pleased yipping noise. Then, "Oh, wait, don't you like those uh - dark chocolates with sea salt in 'em?"
"I do, yeah," Puffer confirms, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms. "Gonna tell that to Smitty, too?"
"Yup!" Pezzy confirms, and jumps up, stumbling slightly over his own feet, Droid grabbing his forearm to help him steady with a snicker. "Okay, I got everything I wanted out of you two. Thanks."
"No problem," Puffer hums, and flaps a hand at them, now grinning. "Now get out, I'm plotting."
"Terrifying," Droid jokes, and drags Pezzy out of the room, the omega giggling as he's dragged out, digging his heels in enough to slow down to shut the door before allowing Droid to trail after him into his bedroom, plopping down on his bed while Pezzy flops into his desk chair, checking over the list from Grizzy, now a notification on his discord.
self: toasted cinnamon, sometimes a bit of nutmeg
puffer: sea salt, iron, something sweet and floral (kind of a softer scent. theories: peony, lily, hyacinth?)
pezzy: oranges/orange peels, vanilla
droid: moss? earthy/musky scent, sweet apples
smii7y: chamomile, milk/creamer, honey?
Humming happily to himself, he copies it all, and then pastes it into his message field with Smitty, hopping back to his messages with Grizzy to explain.
smitty's missing us all and wants a way to include everyone in his nests however he can, so i'm sending im a list of scents and stuff he can do to feel closer to us. if you have anything else lmk once you're done streaming and i can talk to him.
Then, he switches back to his conversation with Smitty to edit the list into a proper message.
In the corner of his vision, he can see Droid stretching lazily on his bedspread, phone in hand, cologne bottle placed on his bedside table.
(Privately, he finds himself hoping that Droid will leave it in his room. But he doubts Droid will.)
i asked!! grizzy's is toasted cinnamon, w a lil bit of nutmeg. im oranges and vanilla. or orange peels and vanilla. take ur pick. droid smells like something mossy or earthy? and apples. puffer has a sort of soft floral undertone but otherwise smells like sea salt and iron
i also asked if theres anything else you might be able to use for scents and nesting stuff? puffer likes dark chocolate with sea salt, and chocolate mints. droid is picky about his coffee, so lmk what you like and i can ask him? otherwise, he's been using a cologne a lot recently. cedar, star anise, citrus. id ask grizzy for anything extra too but hes live rn. all that work?
He hits send, stretches, and looks over at Droid fondly, watching his packmate scroll through his phone. There's motion in the corners of his vision, and his head snaps back over in time to see a message from Smitty pop up.
DUDE I LOVE YOU
OH MY GOD
...he can't help snorting at Smitty's enthusiasm. That's always been one of the sweetest things about his fellow omega, Smitty is so very enthusiastic about more or less everything off camera.
Entertained, Pezzy watches, smiling and head cocked to the side as more messages from Smitty appear on his screen.
have i ever told you literally love oranges. like i fully went to eat one while i was waiting for you to respond. that's such a crazy coincidence. im writing all of this down and im gonna send it to matt and john hang on theyll love this too
dude i LOVE you
i miss you. btw
Pezzy giggles, and fires off a response, prompting Smitty to respond to the question of his coffee habits again, and glancing at Droid again, smiling.
"You think we're gonna order food again? Or are we making something tonight?"
"I'm not making shit," Droid giggles back, pausing his phone-usage to grin at Pezzy. "If you wanna order something, I'd be down."
"Can I bribe you to try my chamomile tea now that you know it smells like Smitty?"
A pause, and Pezzy snickers at the fact he can see Droid actively considering it.
"My pick of what place, then yes."
Pezzy snaps his fingers, and turns back to his computer, giggling and heart full of warmth for his pack.
"Deal. Now, come here and tell me about your coffee choices so I can help Smit pick out what kind of coffee to go shopping for."