I'm so sorry that this chapter and the last are so short. I'm sorry!


This was the first time in a long time that Makarin cried. He wanted to give up on the brown-blooded miracle but found that he was unable to do so. Slowly, he walked back into his hive, the purpose was simple. He wanted to take his face paint off. It was smearing horribly due to his tears and rubbing his eyes. The multicolored blood covering his body didn't help.

He made his way to the ablution trap, moving as slow as a snail. However, his bath was quick for he wanted to be on the balcony in case Rufio decided to drop by. After his bath, he took a moment to look himself over in the mirror. Various light grey scars covered his body and face. He wondered if he would ever be able to show Rufio what he looked like without all the make-up. Closing his eyes, he shook the thought from his think pan.

"He's not going to come." He said softly as he turned from the reflective glass. With his head hung in defeat, he made his way back to his room. As he made his way to the balcony to wait for his flush crush, he pulled on the only piece of clothing he deemed necessary at the moment, which was a pair of black pants with indigo and grey polka dots.