This may be your last chance to escape the giant gym, and you're desperate to get away from all the raging muscles and stomping sports shoes. You take a run and a dive for the sweaty hunk's foot, and throw yourself on top of it.
Brady starts to walk, and shoe laces flop in your face. You feel like you're riding a mechanical bull but your arms are fastened on either side of Brady's giant ankle - You made it!
..Though you're not sure how relieved you are, considering the smell sneaking out of that giant shoe. Pee-eww!!
Quinn is wearing no-show ankle socks so your hands clasp the bone of his bare, hairy ankle while you jolt up and down, trying to ignore the stench of his (clearly well-worn) giant shoe.
You manage to sneak a glance up at the mammoth man as he strides home, but one endless upshot of those long legs, the shadows beneath the bulge of his grown, the sun shining past his manly jaw and nose.. and you're sick with vertigo.
You concentrate on hugging the smelly trainer until movement stops and..
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