Mako barely makes it to the dark divots dug out by Jinora's young toes as they overtake him, cool and smelling very faintly of.. well, feet.
The pressure mounts as Jinora swings over on her bed, tugging on the opposite boot - mashing mako's poor tiny body into the girl's soft footflesh - completely hindering any thoughts of movement.
Quickly, the are began to grow stale. The foot radiated heat in the cramped leather boot, re-awakening old scents and greeting Makos's tiny nose with a new odor - fresh scents of Jinora's feet inside her boots.
"Where did you say that tree was again?" aks Jinora, her feet plodding along the ground.
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