Your dumbass boyfriend went and got himself captured. Time to go rescue his ass! (FemPOV) 。。。。。。。 Another rom-com sorta scenario, but Soapy! 。。。。。。。 The terrorists that had captured him exchange confused and skeptical looks as they listen to him. Just as one is about to speak up though, he’s interrupted by Soap who has pulled out a small perfume bottle. “She actually just uses her nose,” he explains as he taps the perfume, “this is my perfume. Boy Smells newest fragrance, Cowboy Kush.” “Is that hazelnut...?” asks one of the men, whispering to his accomplice beside him. The other man shrugs, confused as as to what the hell Soap is going on about. Soap clears his throat before continuing, “she’s followed me with just her NOSE to a different state before. In a body of WATER. Not even dogs can do that! She’s like... Edward Cullen!” “Go team Jacob...” whispers one of the terrorists. “So I’m just gonna ask you this one question.” Soap takes a deep breath as he leans forward in the chair, his voice dropping conspiratorially. “Do you... have health insurance...? And if so... can I be a part of it because- WAAH!!” He’s cut off by a loud banging on the door of the room, knowing deep down that he’s about to get his ass whooped.