Just before you can relax your hold on the giant jock's hairs, you feel the ground stirring beneath you. In a panic, you grip harder as suddenly, you find yourself flying through space.
Then, just as suddenly as it began, it ends, which to you feels like surviving a plane crash. The motion beneath you weakens, giving you a bit of a breather to look around your new environment. The sky around you isn't as dark as it was beneath the coffee table. You're still in the same place, but at the same time, you feel you're somewhere else.
Ahead of you, you get the chance to see this colossal college student.
He has a solid body with furrows and hills of muscle. This guy must work out, and work out some more. His thighs and arms have defined muscle. It looks like his hands are larger than you'd expect for a person, or maybe it's because his arms are huge to begin with. He wears a black tank top that hugs close to his chest and a pair of grey gym shorts with red trim.
You get a chance to finally see his face. He has medium-length black hair, narrow almond-shaped eyes, and pronounced cheekbones. This is topped with a pair of nice lips, which in the glow of his phone, part into a smile.
For a jock like him, this guy looks quite handsome to your eyes. And that smile...it has a magnetism that pulls your mind towards it. The beckoning urge causes your arm to move on its own and reach towards his face, which to you feels like it's miles away. You want to get closer, to touch it...
Then reality hits you. You're only at the knuckle of his smallest toe - an overlooked piece of anatomy at the base of his body. For you to reach his face, climbing alone could take years for you, and you're sure as hell the giant jock won't stay still long enough for you to do this.
You could climb in short intervals when he's sitting down or asleep, and hope for the best. Or...
You turn towards the rope-like hair that you've been holding this whole time.
The guy's foot is resting on top of the armrest of a leather couch, giving the plane of it a steep incline. Making sure that you have some hold on the knuckle skin, you use your free hand to grab hold of a hair and yank it like a stubborn weed. In your mind, if you can cause some irritation here, he might be able to scratch it. You can use his hand to hitch a ride to somewhere else on his body.
A roar of thunder echoes behind you, throwing off your plan. You turn to see the giant Asian jock is laughing at something on his phone, then resumes tapping its screen.
You return to yanking his foot hair. Does it work?
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