It depends, ( wooji explains with a nod, visibly relaxing since it doesn't seem like this boy is gonna yell at him again or chase him out of his room or something. ) Magic always smells kinda different depending on the person.

( it's kind of silly that jiji's sitting on this stranger's bed while he sits on the floor, so with a small smile, he gets up and proceeds to flop down crosslegged on the floor beside skye, just about as comfy here, to be honest. ) And the kind of magic.

( the cat is probably pushing his luck a little, but hey, skye asked — so jiji invades his space again, leans in close to give the side of his neck a big ol' sniff, tip of his nose ghosting against his skin, ears probably tickling against his jaw. ) You mostly smell nice like a warm pile of laundry! But your magic's kinda ... different? It's, like — subtle! I have to reeaaally concentrate to pick it up. ( he scrunches his nose, trying to describe it. ) It's warm and rich and kinda smokey but still sweet, like I wanna curl up inside.