[Mello is not sniffling. Really. Even holding his little scraped knee and cheeks damp he is not sniffling. He's a big boy. And that didn't hurt. Really. Honest.

And thus, STILL NOT SNIFFLING, he finally grabs for the talking black thing he had stepped on.]

I-I [notsniffle] not hurt. [notsniffleagain] y-you saying my name wrong.