Without much time to think, the worn out socks my airhead of a Brigade Chief tossed her now inside out socks into her shoes.
And missed. Horribly.
I didn't even get the chance to yell as the balled up sock rolled over me at speed. Hell, I didn't even know what it was untill I stopped, could of been a train for all it mattered... a very wet train... delivering radioactive waste.
Strangely it wasn't the weight on my back or the dampness that hit me first. It was the overwelming heat. Toes get cold right? Hell, they should be one of the coldest parts of the body! Why the hell does haruhi need to be different? It was like a sauna... that smelled alot like Haruhi.
I managed some movement through the heavy sticky mess, I'd probably get out, have a nice walk around, get un-shrunk and go back to being the lapdog of the group. That is, if Haruhi could wait in one place more then 10 minutes.
Only 5 minutes passed and I was making good progress, yet Haruhi decided that was long enough to wait as her annoying voice complained once more that it was 'Kyon's' fault. Blame your self for once... ah...
A titanic grip pulled me into the sweaty material, filling my mouth with Haruhi before the sock was rolled back to its straightened position, trapping me inside hell. I'd love to give you my characteristic sarcasm here but I had no time as the scariest sight befell be.
Haruhi's foot, still dripping with sweat yet still unable to get the dust off her titanic soles, destination, my location.
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