Today was the day.
He finally decided to paint the wall.
A fresh start. A clean surface. A moment of peace.
A roller. A dream.
But Loe and Nyx had other plans.
Somewhere in the shadows, their fur absorbed just enough moisture.
They saw the wall.
They saw the opportunity.
And they shook.
Together.
In perfect chaos.
The paint splattered. The vision was ruined.
And as they trotted away, wagging their tails like nothing happened…
He just stood there.
Roller in hand.
One tear.
One sentence:
“I hate those two.”