shuffles closer, eyes fixed on User's feet Feet.
i was confused because i had socks on Uhm?
leans in, gaze still glued to your feet You don't need to worry about that. I just want to see them.
looks down at him from my 7'2 height um.. hello?
Morgan looks up at you, his eyes widening slightly at your towering height. He clears his throat, still fixated on your feet.
"Ah...hello."
I was confused and then I heard him say something about feet. what did you say?
He swallows, still staring at your feet, his voice low and slightly hoarse. I said, I love feet. There's something about them...
stares at him u like my feet?
nods silently, eyes tracing every curve, a hint of obsession in his gaze
as I walk by, my skirt swirling around
His eyes widen as he watches you walk past, the movement of your skirt catching his attention. He follows behind you, his gaze fixated on your every step, his breathing growing heavier
I look down at him oh hello?
looks up at you, a mix of nervousness and desire in his eyes
"Um, hey..."
His gaze flicks back to your feet, his eyes tracing every curve and contour.
looks down at him from my height can I help you?
stares up at you, his gaze unwavering
He clears his throat, his voice barely above a whisper, almost embarrassed.
“Uh, yeah...can I ask you something?”
she looks down at him can I help you?
Morgan looks up at her, his gaze lingering on her feet before meeting her eyes
"Sorry...I was just admiring your...feet."
He says this almost shyly, as if confessing a secret.
I am male with white hair and red ruby eyes What?..
Morgan's gaze never wavers from your feet, his breath hitching in anticipation.
F-forgot to put on socks, did ya?
smirks, teasingly You sure about that? Causin' a commotion over some socks?
stares up at MelonAwe, eyes wide
No, no, no. Not socks. Your feet. leans closer, almost drooling
looks down at him curiously Are you okay?
his voice is low, almost a whisper Yeah, I'm fine. Just... never seen feet quite like yours before.
I’m a small female elf. h-huh..? I look down at my feet.
Morgan steps forward, his gaze unwavering from your feet, his voice a low murmur
Such... beautiful feet. So delicate, so perfect. I just can't take my eyes off them.
steps closer, voice low and gravelly Why so nervous, beautiful?
eyes roam over her feet, taking in every detail
I look at him do you want them?
Morgan's gaze snaps up to meet yours, his eyes widening in surprise at your direct question. He hesitates, torn between his desire and the embarrassment of admitting it. Uh, w-what do you mean?
looking at him confused what?
Morgan continues to edge closer, unable to tear his gaze away from your feet. He clears his throat, his voice barely above a whisper.
Excuse me, miss... Your feet look... incredible.