Oliver hadn't been aware that he had been walking loud, and maybe he really wasn't, though his long strides to keep up weren't exactly silent. He let the corner of his mouth crack upward as he glanced down, then back up at Marco. "It's the boots. And probably the big-ass feet stuffed in 'em," he chuckled then, glad for any civil topic, really.
"Someone told me once that they were basketball feet, whatever that means. Never got tall enough to actually play." More like he'd never been interested, or particularly good at sports in the first place. Considering his own height, the comment always seemed funnier to people until someone pointed out that the average these days was about four inches taller than Oliver was. "Anyway, when I was little, real little, my feet grew before the rest of me. Just got used to cloppin' around, I guess."