"It's kinda like nirvana," a young male voice said; they all turned to the large overstuffed sofa where its towel-clad owner was sitting crosslegged, yoga style, only with four handsome soles facing upwards, snuggled among his four crossed legs. He smiled a greeting to them, his lithe hands absently exploring the nicely shaped soles of his four feet.
"Ian and Dan, Joshua; Joshua, Ian and Dan," Joe said, getting the introductions over with quickly. "Joshua's resting up from soccer workouts all week.
"I think I'm playing barefoot from now on," Joshua smiled, his eyes going from Joe's four legs to Ian's. "Four feet. Whoa."