Throughout the course of the recent months, Ten had developed a fascination for feet. It was inevitable that it ended up that way, he supposed, given that it was what he did most these days.
Shoes and socks told more than one would expect so when a pair of feet clad in flats stopped at the edge of the tarp, Ten ran his eyes automatically over the pastel pink flats and the little bows fixed on top.
There was a hint of white ankle socks under them and he had been enough malls to know more or less that the shoes were from a well-known brand. He couldn't really place it but branded it was. And feminine.
Except that Ten had also been observing enough pairs of feet for a single word to pop up the moment he recognised the pastel pink flats.
Fake.
Was it still branded if it wasn't authentic?
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"Do you have anything for, uh, de-stressing? Or, like, luck?"
Fake shoes... "Yeah, lots." Thrifty?
"I've got exams on the way so..."
Whoa, a student. Guess she's short on money then. That explains everything.
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FanfictionSomething for a friend. This preview exists to motivate me to finish this ASAP. Ten X OC In which Ten's a witch and she's a student in need.
