“..I’ll go with Nate.” you reply, causing the boy in question to send a quick, smug grin to Hilbert before turning to you with a worried smile.
“Well, I’ll be in my cabin.” Hilbert explains. “I hope you feel better soon.”
“Alright. See you later, Hilbert!” Nate cheers as Hilbert walks away. “Alright, let’s get going.” Nate explains as he grabs your wrist and slowly leads you to his cabin
You follow him, wondering where exactly his cabin is, when suddenly he stops outside door number 52.
He opens it, and lets you head in first. “Come on in, and make yourself comfortable.” He offers, and so you walk in.
You look around and take in all the furniture in his room. There’s a large bed against the side wall, with a small desk and a chair on the other side, and a dresser against the back wall.
You take a seat on the bed as Nate walks in, and he closes the door, with a small clicking noise as it shuts.
“So.” He begins, standing in front of you. As he stands there, you take notice of his body. surprisingly muscular someone of his height. Your eyes trail downwards, and you see his feet in their red prison, moving around for freedom. You think about what the feet inside of his shoes look like, when he clears his throat.
“What was that?” You ask, snapping out of your trance.
“I was asking what hurts.” Nate explains. “But you seem to be fine, even if you did look at my feet for a few minutes.” He adds with a chuckle.
“Oh- shoot! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to weird you out or anything,” you begin, only to be interrupted by Nate holding up a hand with a grin.
“Oh, no, it’s fine if you’re curious about them.” He explains. He kicks his shoes off, sending them flying against the wall, and wiggles his toes in the carpet. “I’ll accept your apology if you want to investigate them a little more.”
You look down at his feet, learn and lon by a thin pair.
“Well?” Nate asks, wiggling his toes. “Is there anything else you want to do to my feet, or do you just want to look at them?” He asks, striking a warm but cocky smile your way.
“Tick-tock.” He behins, trailing his voice off as you look at his feet. “Do you want to massage them, or would you like a taste?”
You stand up, and..
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