Talking to the Manager

"Keene... could you take a seat?"

"I suppose this is gonna take a while, then?"

"I um... m-maybe? Please... take a seat."

Keene sighed. "Fine."

Josh mentally sighed as well, in relief. At least he wasn't going to have the crushing presence of the towering, shirtless reptile weighing on him as they talked. The wolf started talking, as he looked at his computer screen:

"So, uh... Ok. I've been watching some footage, taking some notes, and-"

*K-PLOW*

It was like hearing a gunshot. Josh's heart sank, and every train of thought he was having evacuated his mind. He barely had time to look at the laptop screen, before it was taken away from him... crushed under Keene's heel. [F-Fuck... FUCK!] Was the only thing the blue wolf managed to think. His own player was resting his feet on his table, just like that. Not only that, completely ignoring the existence of... well, everything he had there. He could still hear cracks coming from the laptop, as the plastics and circuits continued to surrender under the weight of Keene's feet.

"And?" The lizard asked, pretending the conversation could even continue at that point. And as if that was not enough, he punctuated that with a strong stretch of his paws, the enormous toes scrunching with audible rustle.

[Fuck... F-fucking...] Kept thinking Josh. There went all his plans for a normal talk with his player, right away. [Please... please, collect yourself. Say something. Anything.]

"I... er..."

"What's the matter?"

"No! Nothing! I erm... " He couldn't even see Keene past those soles. It was as if he was speaking with them instead of the actual person. Josh winced. Right now, he could only think straight with his eyes closed.

[...]

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And this is the result of the YCH.
This was lots of fun, and it was actually quite productive writing. I thought it would be a pretty short story, more like a bonus to the drawing, but I actually ended up with a decent sized 2500-word piece!