As Sora explored Twilight Town, he found himself pondering more and more about feet. Feet, feet everywhere.
Feet.
Feet.
Feet.
Fe-- STOP! he told himself as he continued to stroll through the quaint town. He was so consumed in his rather, uh, strange thoughts that he didn't see the person in front of him until he felt a body smash into his.
"Sorry," he squeaked automatically, until he realized he had smashed into a girl. She had brown hair and big eyes, but he wasn't thinking about her face. No, he was staring... at her feet.
They were in flip-flops, and her toenails were painted red. They were so clean, so small, so beautiful . Sora was fascinated by them. They were a perfect blend of strength and beauty....
"That's fine," the feet said.
WHAT!?
No, wait, the girl said that. "I wasn't..looking," she giggled. "Sorry, I'm Ollete."
Sora nearly introduced himself as "feet", but quickly caught himself. "Sora," he said, holding out his hand. "I'm a bit-- lost," he said. How would he exactly explain he came via warp.
"Oh?" Ollete perked up. "I've lived here my whole life. Where're you trying to go?"
"My friend," blurted Sora. Where'd that come from?
Ollete nodded and smiled again at the shy boy in front of her. He must be deathly shy, she decided. He couldn't seem to bear eye contact. Always looking at the ground.
"Something wrong with my feet?" she joked, as Sora looked down again.
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