i've fallen in love with this character, someone help XD
anyway, this story's very self indulgent. the "you" character is completely gender-neutral and i tried to make the dialogue as plain as possible, but they do have a tendency to stare. I hope you enjoy!

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DJ Taffz was just entering the venue- an unusual one for sure, an old abandoned warehouse next to a nearby wharf. A lot of underground music shows took place there, but the place itself was worn down to hell and back- The main entrance was just a huge hole in the side of the thing. You finished helping the other groupies load the equipment onto the improvised "stage" area, and DJ Taffz took the moment of quiet before guests started showing up to stretch out and recline on his folding chair. He was wearing his signature pink socks, something he had somewhat become known for- They were nice and fuzzy and they matched the color of his wrapper. You couldn't help but find yourself staring.
"Heya..." DJ Taffz suddenly opened one of his eyes. "What'cha lookin' at?" This makes you suddenly jump.
"Heh... nothing!" You say, and look away, embarrassed.
"Hmm..." DJ Taffz narrows his eyes at you. "Come over here and chill with me." He smiles.
You're surprised at first, but you walk over and sit on the floor next to him. There's a nice moment of silence- It's sunset and the way the light is coming through the windows combined with the smell of the nearby ocean is quite peaceful. You can see why DJ Taffz is so relaxed.
"I'm already so relaxed, but..." DJ Taffz said out of the blue, "I could use something to make me relax more... A foot rub? I caught you staring, so it seems like you'd be a perfect candidate.."
Your face flushes immediately and you smile, flustered.
"hehe... and you're already on the floor." He teased. "Go on..." he lifted up his heavy feet and presented them to you. Immediately, you gingerly start to rub one of his feet. He sighs and reclines back further, forcing his feet forward and pushing them up against your front. You involuntarily squeak from embarrassment at the feeling of his soft feet pressed against you.
You continue rubbing one foot obediently, until DJ Taffz presses his other foot against your side, cuddling you between his feet. At this point he's completely relaxed and sighing as he rubs his paws all over you, curling his toes occassionally underneath his sock. He stretches out his legs further, nearly knocking you over, and his soft, warm feet are pressed up on both sides of you. You bury your face into one of his socked soles, nuzzling him.
"Mff.. You make a good foot massager.." He says idly, and taps his paws on your face making a soft thumping noise. His socks smell... really nice, actually, like taffy and laundry detergent mixed with a little bit of sweat. You think you're gonna remember this smell for a really long time. After a couple minutes of cuddling and foot rubs, you are suddenly interrupted by a shout.
"DJ Taffz! Show's on in 15!" Another one of the groupies yells.
DJ Taffz jumps up suddenly, surprised, and accidentally steps and crushes you underneath his paws. He looks around for a bit and moves off you, profusely apologizing, and rushing to get ready for the show. Before he goes onstage, though, he turns around and gives you a wink and throws up a peace sign. You sigh. That DJ Taffz....