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"Gawain... are you certain you are comfortable with King... ahem, Sir Sonic's 'request'?" Lancelot's soft voice, usually full of confidence and strength, was remarkably meek. Adjusting his visor to better look at his rival and companion, Gawain gave a soft snort. "What, feeling vulnerable, Lancelot? Pah, I've been barefoot most of my life! You won't find a pair of soles tougher than these." He had to admit, it was difficult to not show his excitement when Sonic asked them to 'ditch the kicks' as he'd said in his strange, modern tongue. He had always found the armor distasteful. He was built stronger than any regular knight could hope to manage, and it was hard to break the tough skin on his hands and feet. He was far from immortal, so he didn't mind the helmet and chestplate, but those boots... "I find the idea quite freeing, in fact!" "Vulnerable? Hardly... I just find it... unusual. He seems almost... allured, aroused even, by the idea of seeing our bare soles." If it were any other knight, Gawain would have waved it off as paranoia, but truth be told... "Aye, I can definitely see it. But what of it? Sounds like a mutual benefit to me." Sonic saved their kingdom, perhaps their world... why not let him be a voyeur to their feet? "That aside... you know I do not have to see your eyes to feel them looking at mine~" "Gawain!" The sharp intake of breath was all the Knight of the Sun needed to know, pausing in his step which exposed some of his thick, tough sole to the Knight of the Lake behind him. "Sir Sonic told me, he can tell who has an... attraction to feet within minutes of meeting them. Perhaps you should visit the smithy; I hear he is offering to lower the cost to handsome men who will cover his feet with their seed. A clever dealing, hm? It seems he has found a way to market Sir Sonic's request in his favor." Oh, if Gawain could see the streaking blush covered by Lancelot's helmet! "...Behave yourself. Come, we have a patrol to finish." With a warm chuckle, Gawain resumed his stroll, carefully poised with swords in hand, making sure Lance got plenty of ogling time. Even if the rest of the day was silent, he knew those visions would carry him into the evening. Maybe he'd have to take a stop at Sonic's bed chamber, and give him a private show as well. |
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