Short crappy ficlet thing I wrote.

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"Barefoot"

 

"Why do humans even bother to wear shoes? I mean, walk barefoot long enough and your feet get used to it. Sooner or later, tough feet will become a genetic trait and these--" Jalaen lai Sheelal held up the pair of dress shoes "--These will be useless. And people will ask you why you even *have* shoes in the first place. I go barefoot."

 

James Bond sighed, taking a short commercial break from devouring the Tim's Cascade chips. Jalaen sometimes seemed to be a child. Half the time he just excused her antics as normal for an alien, a stranger to Earth, but seriously, shoes? "Don't people wear shoes in your galaxy?" he retorted.

 

"Well, yes," Jalaen replied, casting the shoes off, "but people wear boots, not shoes... and it's different. A lot of species go without footwear. And you'd never force a pair of shoes on me."

 

James raised an eyebrow. "Late at night, while you're sleeping, I'll put some shoes on you!" he said, an air of goofiness about him. "But you'd never fall asleep..."

 

Jalaen smiled, a slight, devilish smile. "You must be getting psychic, Jamesie. Picking up on my brainwaves. Come on, there's a park nearby… no one will notice if you don't have shoes."

 

James sighed. "Jalaen, I don't think it’s a wise idea, going barefoot in New York."Ah, but there was no way he could resist the bewitching smile, the look in her eyes. "Fine. Outside we go."