"Come on. You must agree with me." Vars smacked Gojo's back, "I know you're one sneaky little bastard."
"I don't, weirdo." Gojo sighed, walking forward with his hands in his pockets. "You're the only one thinking like that. I've never seen anyone like you; even other elves don't openly flaunt it." He looked at him with glowing blue eyes. "It's as if, you're desperately trying to look like a stereotypical elf."
"Is it that wrong?" Vars smiled with a confident face, pumping his chest out. "I say what I want, and I love what I love. I don't care what anyone says; they can go and cry themselves to sleep. Feet are the best." Vars pointed at a random passer-by, "Hey, I want you to know something." He approached him.
"What is it?" The man asked.
"I love feet! They are the best. What do you think?" Vars smiled.
"What do I think?" The man looked at him confused, "Honestly, I feel it's at least weird."
