Blake absentmindedly flicked through her book while tossing chips into her awaiting mouth. Her eyebrows occasionally lifted showing how into the book she really was. There was no way she would notice a micro in her food and you had yet to test out your invincibility on stomach acid.
With bated breath you approached her right foot. A slight movement for Blake could be catastrophic for you as you gripped the rubber of her shoe. You groaned as you looked up at the gradiented purple stockings, hoping that your old bad luck didn't kick into action.
"Hey! You're Blake Belladonna right?! I saw you on this dust powered student finder thing and..." You yelled up, hoping you didn't have to climb the titanic shoe. Yet it was hopeless, you were too small and she was too into her book. "Fine, I can do this..." You mutter, clambering up the shoe.
Taking only a few minutes, you managed to clamber onto her shoe. Having made good progress on climbing the shoe with only minor shifting from Blake you were filled with renewed confidence. Not wanting to be on her shoe while she started to walk you climbed over to the cuff. At the top, you froze, gazing over the edge, into the shoe it's self. The heat radiated from within, making you back away. "Ok, ok... it's just a little jump" You muttered to yourself, balancing on the constantly shifting ground as you prepared to dive onto Blake's stocking. Holding your breath, you made a dive for it.
Blake's fingers explored the empty bag of snacks, making her eyes slip away from the book for a second. With a small sigh she quickly finished her page and put the book open on the table. Without much effort she stood up, kicking her seat back casually before walking over towards a water cooler. Her sensitive ears not able to pick up your cry as you plummeted into the hot interior of her boot.
"It's pretty hot today, wonder where everyone else is" The reserved girl mused as she began to fill her cup with water. With a small sip, she wandered back towards her desk, noticing a small squishy feeling under her foot that seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. With another few steps, the feeling had vanished but it had made the black haired girl a tiny bit curious.
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