His feet could fill up a room with their dry, ripe, cheesy smell.
If he had to wear socks, he’d wear the same socks for days so the odor would just build up and seep into his bare feet. Sometimes it could be mild to really intense. He was the jock type teen, played soccer, so his feet always had an aroma to them. Even though he was 17, he still had some immaturity in him and having that “I’ll do what I want” attitude. I think he did it to be just to get a rise outta me or see what I would do. When I’d sit on the couch, he’d sit on the other side and sometimes lift his feet up and prop them in my lap… like I was just part of the couch. He was kind’ve dominant in a way and had a slight cockiness about him. Overall he was cool and we hit it off pretty well. When I was about 23, my dad remarried and I got a new stepbrother.
