Disclaimer: Not mine... how sad yes?
Notes: Just read. See if you get it. Came to me during math class, as always. Very short.
She'd watch him from afar, slowly cutting them down, one by one. He'd shave them down until they were blunt, dull, and boring.
She'd watch him do each one, sometimes more than once, then study them. Perhaps he was regretting his choice? He had done this so many times, it was so common to him.
He'd get into their beds, attempting to soften them up, and somehow it always worked. She wondered where he had learned to do that. Every time she had tried, it only ended up hurting her and making her cry... sometimes even bleed when she pushed too hard.
Magenta sighed.
Next he started to coat them, now they're shining with this lustful glare that made her cringe. How could she watch the sort-of act? She did almost every night when he didn't think she was watching... she thought it was disgusting how often he changed. She kept one and one only.
Magenta eyed Frank's bare back that was turned to her. Finally, she heard a yelp come from him...
"Dammit! I got nail polish on my nail-beds... AGAIN!"
She grinned. Maybe he wasn't so skilled after all.
Notes: So, how was it? Good, bad, mediocre?