This choice: Nora was heading out for breakfast, she didn't bother checking her shoe • Go Back...Chapter #8A morning in a literal sweatshop by: Tisch   "Someone..." *STOMP* "...help me..." *CRUNCH* Jack uttered in between Nora's footsteps. In just the short two minutes that he had spent buried underneath his friend's sweat-logged sock, he was overwhelmed. At this point, Nora was focused on her venture to her car and subsequent aim at going to breakfast and had forgotten about the ticklish sensation under her foot. Between footsteps, Jack would either be smushed face first against Nora's sole or head hanging loose against the floor of her shoe. Either way, he was struggling to stay conscious, although Jack thought it might not have been the worst thing in the world to have been knocked out. Nonetheless, he tried to stay awake to potentially make Nora pay attention to him or sometime in the foreseeable future be able to get out of her shoe on his own. For the time being, however, neither of these would come to fruition.
Driving out to breakfast, Nora didn't give Jack much of a hard time. While she would casually step and release her foot on the gas pedal and break, this wasn't particularly uncomfortable for Jack. The main problem lay in the air. Nothing had changed since entering the musty chamber, the same moist, thick odor penetrated Jack's nose as he breathed. "Does this girl never wash her socks or something?" Jack thought to himself. "How the hell can something be so musty?" He continued to think about this odd and unpleasant smell for much longer, until Nora arrived at her destination. She parked her car with ease and stepped out of it, putting a little emphasis on her right foot, the foot Jack was underneath.
*SCRUNCH*
"MMMMPH!" Jack grimaced into Nora's sock. "What the hell's a matter with Nora, can't she feel me?" The answer was no. Whether it was because she was as tired as she was or distracted, Nora did not pick up on Jack at the time, despite having felt him previously. She casually strolled into the cafe and found herself an open table, grabbing a menu from the desktop of the ordering area along the way. Once she sat down, Nora brought her weight off of her feet. Jack relaxed and was able to peel his front side off of the unaware girl's sole. "I am so sore," he choked. "I need to get out of here. What can I do?" He was unable to come up with something before Nora stood up to go order.
*SQUISH*
Pounded back into the used sock, Jack grunted. He rubbed hard into the moist, gray material, absorbing its aroma and warmth. "Make it end already, please just make it end already." Jack's body paused for a moment as Nora stopped at the desk and slowly began to peel a little bit before Nora turned around and made her way back to her seat. Once again slammed into her foot, Jack's focus shifted from the odd smell of the inside of Nora's shoe to the throbbing pain his body was in. Thankfully, the meal Nora would have would take some time to eat, which at least let his body rest. Of course, this also meant he would be subject to soak in more of the atmosphere that was offered in the dank environment. A half an hour later, Nora was out and on her way somewhere else.
During her morning adventures, Nora began with breakfast at the cafe and would continue along with menial tasks and various town ventures before returning back to her dorm. Meanwhile, Jack was bearing the brunt of the harsh setting of her shoe, with him becoming very familiar with his friend's foot. It was clear Nora had sweat a little bit more having been so warm in the morning, as the material grew more moist throughout the morning. Jack was thankful that he wasn't receiving the sweat straight from the source of Nora's skin, but this wasn't much of a nice alternative. By the time Nora arrived back at her dorm, Jack was on the verge of internally collapsing.
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