When he was done, Roxas set her feet down in his lap.
"See was that so bad?" Roxas casually asked Penelo.
"I-I guess not." groaned a timid Penelo who was starting to question whether or not this inspection was real. She then noticed Roxas staring at her feet, which were now covered in his saliva. "So..." she eyed the cloaked blonde-haired kid.
"Hmm?" Roxas murmured, cut off guard.
"Is there something wrong with my feet, or not?" asked Penelo, slightly nervous about what his answer would be.

This was it; Roxas could use this to his advantage. If he said that Penelo had some traces of the disease, he could come up with something else for him to do to her feet. Or, he could say that she was totally clear and do something else with her.


What does he choose?