"Listen kid, I have no idea what bussiness do you have in me removing my boots, but it isn't happening. You might have a keyblade, but I doubt someone who approaches random people and asks them for their boots would even know how to use it. Now get out of here before I lose my patience." Lightning said, clearly disinterested in Sora's offer, probably still seeing him as some noisy kid.
Feeling a bit dejected, Sora left the pub. But he definitely wasn't going to give up on somehow getting her feet out of those boots, especially not after her words hurt his pride so much. Still, he needed to come up with some plan first. He decided to walk around town for a while, hoping that some idea comes to him.
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