[There's essentially no smell to these new-formed feet, which haven't existed for long enough to get sweaty. The socks are clean. Maybe "there was no smell" and "the socks were clean" is a better way to put it. Let's not dwell on the odor of the spare boots Alloran pulled out of the locker. He grimaces as they're bound around his feet.]
Right.
[These are also new ears, completely free of the cumulative damage of having gunfire and explosives and a whole lot of yelling happening in close proximity for however many years. Alloran hears shoes on the floor and a muffled voice with a few seconds to spare. His borrowed eyes widen and he shoves upright - almost falls, Dan might need to catch him - and arranges his features into unhinged outrage, ramping his voice up from a low growl into a spittle-flecked scream.]
- pus-faced milk-fed maggot, you call that a polish, this boot'd be cleaner if I broke it off in your ass! I WANNA SEE MY FACE IN IT, SAGGY-TARIUS!
[He's not nearly red in the face enough, but it's probably not a detail a pair of interns who wanted to work out together at a quiet hour are going to notice.]
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Right.
[These are also new ears, completely free of the cumulative damage of having gunfire and explosives and a whole lot of yelling happening in close proximity for however many years. Alloran hears shoes on the floor and a muffled voice with a few seconds to spare. His borrowed eyes widen and he shoves upright - almost falls, Dan might need to catch him - and arranges his features into unhinged outrage, ramping his voice up from a low growl into a spittle-flecked scream.]
- pus-faced milk-fed maggot, you call that a polish, this boot'd be cleaner if I broke it off in your ass! I WANNA SEE MY FACE IN IT, SAGGY-TARIUS!
[He's not nearly red in the face enough, but it's probably not a detail a pair of interns who wanted to work out together at a quiet hour are going to notice.]