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Fandom Post Office, Monday, 3/3

Annette was sitting on top of the counter, legs crossed, feet bare. She was glaring at her Mary Janes who seem to have a mind of their own today. They were... dancing. Actually, studying them as she was, they looked to be doing the Merengue. Halfway to work this morning, they decided they didn't want to be on her feet anymore, and Annette literally had to fight with them, tugging and pulling but all to no avail. They hopped away from her only to show up five minutes after she did, to work.

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"Bad shoes leaving my feet bare and cold," she mumbled.

"Catch us if you can!" her shoes sing-songed, continuing with their dance.

Annette sighed. "I could throw you away if I wanted."

Both shoes quit dancing, turned, and marched their way over to her. Hopping up, they kicked her in the shin. "Ow! Stop it!"

"Take it back!" The two snapped at her. "Take it back right now or else you'll get another!"

"Fine! Geeze. Go away!" Her shoes seemed to smile at her which was really kind of freaky, then they hopped away and started dancing again. Reaching over, Annette turned on her portable stereo and tuned into some jazz station. Dancing with no music just looked odd. "Don't say I never did anything for you."

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Except during 3rd period when she is at class.

"Morning, Annette--" Ino cut off and blinked at the shoes, before grinning. "Your shoes too, huh?"

She was in her socks and didn't really seem bothered by this.

"Yeah. I can only imagine what my room is going to look like when I get back," she told her, smiling slightly and noticing her socks. "Where are your shoes?"

"I locked them in my closet," she said, grinning, "they kept making really fake dying noises went I went to put them on so I totally wasn't going to walk around with them on all day."

Annette giggled. "I didn't notice anything this morning and I like have close to two-hundred pairs of shoes," cause she's a shoe whore omigod, "so there is no telling. I just hope they don't beat each other up."

"You'd have a right proper army of shoes if you could charm them all to your side," Ino pointed out, somewhat startled by the amount of shoes Annette had, "then you could send them to attack your enemies. Or make them your servants!"

Yeah, the giggling? Unlikely to stop for a good while.

She waved her hand to her shoes that were currently dancing. "They kicked me. I... kind of threatened them. But my feet are cold!"

Her shoes stopping dancing, turned and waggled their tongues at her.

"Omigod they are... did you see that, Ino? My shoes have no manners whatsoever."

Ino had certainly seen that. She wished she had a camera. And she was giggling madly. "Maybe it's their way of showing affection!"

"Yeah, why don't you go pat them and see if they'll behave now," Annette smirked, grinning.

"You know, this sort of thing happened last year except with furniture (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/991123.html). My dorm room door actually locked me out. It wasn't nice at all, even to my friends. Called us all names. If I go home to a haggling mess of shoes? I'm going to rip all their tongues out."

"Your door," Ino laughed, "ooooh, I wish I'd been here for that! And don't do that to your shoes, you'll regret it when they stop back-talking."

She cocked her head at Annette. "Is that a challenge?"

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"It was very embarrassing," she said, remembering it well. It was close to the time Dick had asked her out too.

Annette's grin then was sublime. "Maaaaybe..."

"How is getting locked out embarrasing?" she wondered.

Ino's eyes sparkled. "What do I get if I manage it?"

"I was just coming back from the showers and uh, was only wearing a towel," she said, shaking her head lightly. "It was ridiculous."

Her smile widened. "Name your wager."

"Oh no!" she giggled, "did quite a lot of people see you? Or were you lucky?"

Eyeing the shoes--or was it Shoes now, she wondered, like in Oz with the animals and Animals--Ino leaned against the counter. "If I manage it, you buy me new hair elastics. Angel totally messed my up while you were gone, but she didn't touch any of my plants at all. Talk about weird. And... if I don't manage it, hmmm, I'll get you a coffee and pastry or something?"

"A few," she said, swinging her feet gently. "But it was a long time ago."

Looking over at Ino, Annette tried hard not to laugh out loud. She failed miserable and choked out a bright giggle. Angel was wicked, she knew this. "Deal, though I should replace your elastics anyhow, all things considered. Oh, and I bought you something back from Mexico!"

"Yeah, well, Angel did kinda make up for it by being ridiculously cute," Ino admitted, then grinned. "What did you get me?"

"She is cute," she said proudly. "Do you know she was a gift from an angel? A real live angel. He was my mentor here and I miss him very much," Annette contiuned, her tone wistful.

"I got you a couple things and you'll just have to wait and find me later, because I'm keeping them a surprise. Don't you love surprises, Ino? I love surprises."

"Like, a from the sky angel? Oh, wow," Ino's eyes were wide, "that's so cool. Does he write to you sometimes?"

"Well," she said, "it depends on the surprise. But I'm pretty sure that I'll love this surprise. Presents!" Ino grinned. "I suppose I should try and pet your shoes now--and man, that sounds so weird, don't you think?"

Annette nodded. "He was so wonderful. I used to join him for tea when he worked at the book shop, and one time he tried to teach me to make gingersnaps. Mr. Phale made me this snowflake necklace from a real life snowflake. Captured it just like that. It was amazing," she said. "When I was weetiny? I curled up in his lap and fell asleep..." Her cheeks blushed lightly. "As you can tell, I loved him and could go on and on, but yes, he does write to me."

She giggled. "It sounds more than weird. You know, I've heard of people who have this sort of shoe fetish. Just plain weird. I've seen... pictures," she admitted with a lift of her brow. "Oh yes. Freaky is what it is."

...

Ino looked dubiously at the shoes. "This totally won't count as me having some sort of fetish, right? It's just a challenge. And I really don't view shoes that way." Who would? That was just... yeah. Weird.

She shrugged. "People are strange and will do strange things. Oh, but not you. This is merely a wager to see if you can tame my dancing shoes. Look! Their doing the salsa now!"

"Alright," Ino giggled, watching the shoes, "just wanted to make sure, seriously. So let's see if I can, yeah?"

Cautiously, she started heading towards the shoes.

Annette was watching this all with a mixture of fascination and amusement, but her shoes? Not so much.

They stopped dancing as Ino approached and they seemed to face her down, whispering low to each other.

"Careful, Ino..." Annette called out, giggling.

La.

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