47- shoes

Gray worn-down sneakers, holes in the sides and soles almost rubbed out. Black skate shoes in apparently pristine condition, the dirty grey bottoms the only indication that they've ever been worn.

Their owners were as different as the shoes they wore.

Immaculate, a neat freak. Impeccable. The other, total opposite, m'kay? Messy, a pack rat. Totally unorganised.

If they were put into a room and a total stranger had to pair people up into couples, they wouldn't even be paired up. Everything about them was different. One was sickly pale, the other nicely tanned. Their hair colours clashed, their styles were mismatched, and it looked aesthetically pretty as a turtle and a dead tree.

Yes.

Wait. No. What?! A-a turtle and...

A dead tree.

...uh... huh. Nice... comparison.

Why, thank you.

Anyhow, they obviously weren't meant to be. It was awkward-looking and people stared at them not only because they were a gay couple, but because it made no sense.

But why should the rest of the world matter when they had the best part of the world standing next to them?

Precisely. Good explanation, Niwa.

Yes, you too, Sato.

I'm still struggling to understand that turtle and dead tree comparison, though.

I'm beginning to regret that.

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