Noticing a shoe shop nearby, followed by a glance down at your own footwear which was showing some wear and tear, you decided that you could probably set aside some bells for new shoes. As you entered the quaint looking shop, you saw a single person working there. Presumably the owner of the establishment. He was a skunk, male, and dressed in a brown hat, suspenders, and large boots. Since the store was small you were immediately noticed by the line worker. As he ran up to you, you noticed that despite his species, he didn’t really give off the kind of odor you would expect.
“Hello there. My name’s Kicks. I run this little shop.” He greeted you in a very welcoming manner. “Have a look around. Take as long as you need. I have other kinds in the back if you don’t see what you want right away.”
You swear you saw him tapping his boots toes as he mentioned this. Your eyes focused on the boot for a minute before snapping out of it and looking around. As you looked around, kicks trailed behind you taking interest in what you look at.
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