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*in the center of the playground, beyond the slides but not yet at the roundabouts, amongst the sea of multi-coloured chicks, there's a pile of shoes. Big shoes, small shoes, black shoes, brown shoes. Shoes with buckles, shoes with laces, shoes with 3-inch heels. Shoes that had, prior to eight-year-old Mello coming into contact with them, lived in their rightful owner's homes. And, running about placing new shoes down, he looks all too happy about it.*

((OOC: Yeah, I know, but I'm impatient. xD; lol, guess who tried to drown himself in the Fountain? Mello's in ur dorms, stealin' shoes. Claim a shoe~?))