Move It or Lose It NOT

Ace made slow, lazy footsteps through the halls of the DWMA. He put little to no effort in to each step, and when he did it was only because he thought he might trip, or had to move out of the way of oncoming students. "Ingrates....." he'd mutter as a cheeky group of un-moving kids forced Ace to go around them. 3,752 Rooms, and you pick this exact hallway to occupy... unbelievable.... By the time he had reached the end of the hallway, one of his shoes had come untied. He stopped to solve the problem just before the corner of the hall. Stitch in time saves nine.... Better tie this now before I trip in to some annoying NOT...