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Ryou walked through the supermarket pushing the shopping cart, Bakhure at his side with his hands in the pockets of his red sweatshirt.
He looked at Bakhure, who wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he grabbed a can of tomato pizza sauce.
"That lady, she smells really bad" Ryou sniffed the air, a faint scent came to his nose.
"Oh, it's a Channel perfume."
"She smells bad, that smell doesn't suit her."
Ryou shrugged his shoulders, she smelled good to him, sure, Channel's perfume had a more mature female smell, but the scent itself wasn't unpleasant.
"Ugh," Bakhure complained again, Ryou gave him a questioning look, "that girl is pregnant, but she must not know it, she doesn't take good care of herself.”
"How do you know that?" Ryou looked at the girl Bakhure mentioned, from her appearance, she was a few years older than Ryou, there was no protective collar around her neck, so she wasn't an Omega, so she must be an Alpha or Beta like him.
"Smells like sour milk," Bakhure's nose wrinkled again when the girl passed them again, Ryou didn't feel anything.
"How's that?" he picked up a bag of flour and put it in his cart next to the tomato sauce, pushing the cart in the direction of another aisle when he heard Bakhure talking.
"You have a smell too, it's not as strong, but it's noticeable enough for Omegas or Alphas," Bakhure dropped two packages of pepperoni and one of sausage on the cart. "But there are two smells that are strongest on you, or at least on female Betas, when they have their fertile cycle and when they are pregnant".
"And so?" Ryou dropped two gallons of juice, one orange and one grape, into the cart.
"Their fertile cycle smells like blood, not unpleasant, just strong, and when they are pregnant, just like omegas, they smell like milk, it's very mild, but that's how it is, but when a pregnancy is not right, it smells bad."
"Like sour milk," Ryou punctuated the comment that started it all.
"It depends, but yes, like sour milk," Bakhure shrugged as he took the pear from his hand, "it's fermented.
"But it's not soft," Ryou claimed.
"But it smells."
Ryou sighed, sometimes it was hard being a Beta surrounded by Alphas and Omegas, they all smelled things he could not, knew things he could not, like if a fruit was going to ferment even though it looked good or if someone was taking care of her pregnancy or not.