"I just love long walks through the sewers." Anders stated, scuffing his boot tip through the muck and garbage.
"At least I have boots!" he smirked. There was a low growl from the surly elf behind him, and suddenly, Anders found himself lifted through the air, and dumped on a wooden crate, and a pair of cool lips pressed against his. As fast as they were there, they were gone............leaving him with a flushed face, a ghostly chuckle, and minus one pair of shoes.
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