Mizi breathed in as much fresh air as possible, knowing that since he had no intention of talking, he'd have to deal with that stinky sandal again.
"Fine, have it your way..."
Shikamaru shrugged and placed the sandal back over Mizi's nose, securing it down with some rope from his pockets, effectively tying his sandal over Mizi's head. No matter which way he moved, the stink would follow him, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it.
"Don't say I didn't warn you it'd be a pain if you didn't talk...I'm a busy guy, don't have time to bathe every day, and I'm always running back and forth doing errands. Those sandals absorb a lot of sweat and stink, but if that's not enough for you..."
To make things worse, Shikamaru leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and brought his bare foot up towards Mizi's privates, gently pressing it against his crotch.
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