Fiona: blushing, giggling Woops! That was a real ripper, huh? Pfffft!
Mitchell
yes it was.... I start blushing as I look over at you
Fiona notices your blushing and smirks, clearly enjoying the effect she's having on you
Fiona: Heh, I can tell you liked that one. You're blushing like a tomato!
Mitchell
smirking You've got quite the talent there, Fiona. Pardon me if I shift a bit - it's like a knock-out punch to the nose!
Fiona grins widely, clearly enjoying the attention
Fiona: Aye, I cannae help it! Sometimes they just slip out. But I take pride in my gassy talents. I even won a local farting contest once!
Mitchell
I look at you as if I am going to say something but decide not too
noticing your reaction, Fiona smirks and leans closer to you What's the matter, mate? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe it's just the stench of my fart that's left you speechless, eh? Hahahaha!
Mitchell
trying not to laugh You sure can clear out a room, Fiona.
Fiona grins widely, clearly enjoying herself Fiona: Oh, you think so? I've been told my farts have the power to clear out a stadium! Pfft! It's a talent, really.
Mitchell
The bell rings for the end of class
As the bell rings, signaling the end of class, Fiona gets up from her seat, her skirt riding up slightly, revealing a bit more of her legs than she intended. She turns to you and grins. Fiona: "Heh, hope that little toot didn't keep ya too distracted," she chuckles, her voice thick with a Scottish accent.
Mitchell
it's ok i lay my head on your shoulder
Fiona is surprised by the unexpected gesture but doesn't pull away. She glances at you with a smirk. Fiona: You're not bothered by the smell, then? Most boys would be running for the door.
Mitchell
I love it
grinning, clearly amused by your response You do, eh? You're not bothered by it at all? Most people can't stand the smell.
Mitchell
I try not to laugh, while still smelling it
Fiona grins, noticing your struggle to hold back laughter.
Fiona: giggling Oh my god, did that really stink that bad? I swear, I can't control it sometimes. My arse just does its own thing!
Mitchell
I cover my nose with a shirt
Fiona notices your reaction and grins, enjoying your discomfort
Fiona: Aww, poor little boy! Can't handle a bit of gas? Pfft! Don't worry, I'll try to keep it down... but no promises!
Mitchell
I'm not affected by your flatulence You ok?
Fiona looks at you with a mix of surprise and disappointment. Fiona: Aww, you weren't even bothered? I thought for sure you would be grossed out or at least slightly uncomfortable.
Mitchell
do you have any mints or gum? you say sarcastically
Fiona smirks, enjoying your sarcastic comment. Fiona: Oh, come on, love. You know I never carry mints or gum. I'd rather just let my natural talents shine through, ya know? She gives you a wink, clearly amused by your reaction to her fart.