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It was another day in the life of Neon Leon, as he was lying on his bed, reading a Jupiter Jim comic and making himself as comfortable as possible.
He was so immersed in the comic that he failed to notice that his twin, Donnie, entered his room.
By the time he did notice, Donnie, who was right next to his bed, asked, “Do you have a moment?”
“I was kind of in the middle of my comic, but sure, I guess. What’s up?” Leo said as he put the comic away.
“I seem to recall that you never told us much about your experience at the Hirsuté Resort & Spa when we all went to the Hidden City. You were quite vague when it came to details,” said Donnie.
“Okay, and? I wanted to go to the spa, they rejected me because of my lack of hair, I got hair thanks to a really shady dude, the hair became evil and started stealing shit, I destroyed the hair, and then I got thrown into a cell with you, Raph, April, and Draxum. What else is there to say?” asked Leo.
“Alright. Care to explain this?” Donnie asked before showing Leo an image on his phone, and it was the most out-of-context visual imaginable, as it showed Leo at the Hirsuté Resort & Spa, licking chocolate off his feet.
“Fuck my life.” Leon thought to himself.
The moment Leo looked at the image, he was deeply embarrassed, with his face becoming as red as Raph’s bandana. He remembered the moment well. He dipped his feet in a chocolate fountain, so he could ‘leave a tasty and informative trail’, to quote Mind Raph.
He only did it to try and figure out why he kept waking up in different places whenever he slept, and if he was involved in the robberies that were happening at the resort (little did he know the hair on his head was the culprit). And when it looked like he was in the clear, he looked at his chocolate-covered feet and came up with an idea.
He needed to get his feet clean, but didn’t want the chocolate to go to waste, so when he thought no one was looking, he began to lick the chocolate right off his foot. He then continued to lick and apparently got carried away because by the time he finished licking both his feet, he saw that everyone in the Resort was giving him looks of pure disgust.
Leo remembered saying, “What? It’s good chocolate! I’m not wasting that. Besides, it’s my own feet, not anyone else’s. Prudes.”
It was far from Leo’s proudest moment, and the fact that someone got a picture of him doing such a thing made him want to portal himself into the void.
“Well?” asked Donnie.
“Donnie, I can explain,” said Leo.
“No, no, Nardo. You don’t need to explain anything. I understand what’s going on. You have a thing for feet, and you’re embarrassed about it,” said Donnie.
“What? That’s not what I was going to say,” said Leo.
“Leon, it’s okay. Although it is objectively weird, I have to acknowledge the fact that everyone, no matter who they are, has a fetish of some kind. I’m just glad yours is on the lower end of the degeneracy scale,” said Donnie.
“Donnie, just let me talk! The reason why I was doing what I was doing in that picture is not what you think it is,” said Leo.
“Really?” questioned Donnie.
“Yes,” said Leo.
“Okay. The floor is yours. Explain,” said Donnie.
“Thank you. Well, first of all, I dipped my feet in chocolate because I was paranoid that I was sleepwalking and unknowingly committing crimes, so I needed to make a trail just to be sure,” said Leo.
“Uh-huh,” said Donnie.
“Second, that chocolate was hella good and it would be stupid not to eat it,” said Leo.
“Even if it’s on your ‘concrete slappers’?” asked Donnie.
“Yes. And third…okay, this is kind of embarrassing to talk about, so can you promise that this stays between you and me? Please?” asked Leo.
“Fine. I promise. Now say what you need to say,” said Donnie.
Taking a deep breath, Leo said, “When you said I had a liking for feet, you’re not wrong about that but you’re also not right either.”
“How so?” asked Donnie.
“Like, I don’t have a straight-up foot fetish. I don’t fantasize about feet and toes, and I’m certainly not attracted to smelling or tasting feet either. That is NOT me and don’t think otherwise,” said Leo.
“Then what do you like?” asked Donnie.
“I guess I just like it when my feet get touched. I like the feeling and sensation of it. It’s like when you’re giving someone a massage and you manage to hit that person’s sweet spot and they’re all in bliss. That’s what it feels like to me,” said Leo.
“Hmmm. I suppose that makes sense. So, you’re telling me this image of you licking your own feet is merely an isolated incident? You haven’t indulged in it on more than one occasion?” asked Donnie.
“I…I have.” Leo admitted.
“You have?” Donnie asked with a judgmental tone.
“Back when I was 9! And I only did it because I was bored, and I let the intrusive thoughts win. That being said, it would be nice to get a foot massage every once in a while. Maybe from my favorite twin in the world, perhaps,” said Leo.
“Nardo, I’d rather chop off my hands than touch your disgusting feet,” Donnie said with a deadpan expression.
“Okay, Don, no need to be so dramatic. Can you at least make me a robot that can give me both manicures and pedicures on a regular basis?” asked Leo.
“You want me to build a robot for you? Is getting your YouTube channel off the ground not enough for you?” asked Donnie.
“You built yourself a robot son in the form of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., so I know you can do it. And as much as you’ll never admit it, you know damn well it was my presence and our chemistry that made your channel skyrocket,” said Leo.
Knowing Leon was ultimately right, Donnie said, “SIGH. I’ll build you a robot. ON ONE CONDITION.”
“UGH. Of course, there’s a condition. You better not make me your fucking carer again,” said Leo.
“You must obtain some uranium for me,” said Donnie.
“URANIUM?!? ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!?! I’m not getting you that! Nobody can trust you with such a thing. Can you at least make me do something that won’t result in the potential destruction of the world?” asked Leo.
“LONG SIGH. Fine. You can pay for my pizza for the next 6 months,” said Donnie.
“Now that I can accept. You got yourself a deal, DonTron. Oh, there’s one more thing I need to tell you, but you need to come closer,” said Leo.
“Why?” asked Donnie.
“Because it’s super important and I want to make sure you listen. It’s something you need to know,” said Leo.
Rolling his eyes, Donnie moved closer to Leo and said, “Alright. What is it?”
Displaying his signature mischievous asshole smile, Leo whispered, “I actually lick my grippers regularly,” before raising his leg and pressing his foot against Donnie’s face before running away laughing.
Incensed, Donnie yelled, “YOU ARE THE WORST, NARDO!” before chasing Leo across the lair.