As the glow of light faded, Ezreal was surprised to find himself in a fairly unfamiliar location. First off, the room smelled like wood and hay and his surroundings were a mix of oak colors and brown things. In front of him was, a bed? The tiny explorer could be sure, but he thought it might have been since he could see white linen sheets layered above the giant stand. Wait a minute. He knew where this was. Sure he had never been in here but, yeah. This was definitely it. The high noon room, a room the institute designated for one special marksman when he had on his High Noon persona. But that meant...
His thoughts were interrupted by a massive thud. Turning around the tiny Ezreal was shocked to see a gigantic cowboy boot slam down to his right, the leather footwear longer than his body and only a few inches away from where he was standing. The boot was curved towards the front and the ankle went all the way up, clasped together by buckles. Ezreal's eyes widened. Holy shit! This was Jhin's boot, and it alone was longer than his body. The tiny explorer could only stare momentarily, but like last time he was brought back by yet another massive thud.
Turning around he saw what he expected. Jhin's other boot was in front of him, this time instead of flat on the ground, Jhin had it resting on it's heel, so the dark leathery bottom was high in the air. Ezreal once again was mesmerized, staring in awe at the massive figure, bigger than me was. The heel of the boot was on the ground but the rest of it was raised above his head. Had Ezreal been a bit more to his right and the boot had slammed down then-
The explorer shook his head. This was no time to be thinking about this. Instead he dared himself to look directly up.
The cowboy was staring back at him. His yellow googles focused on the shrunken explorer, his titanic body sitting on the bed, resting on his leather gloves. Ezreal felt like he was looking at a god, and from where he was, had to tilt his head all the way back just to see Jhin's cold, expressionless face, most of which was covered by his bandanna anyway.
The assassin marksman was looking down at the tiny man, trapped between his two boots.
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