The cyclops skitters across her wife's profile, stopping with a skid
and picking a big empty space. With a devilish grin, long thick digits dig into the wall
and carve out a series of words.
"Roses bleed red,
Violets cry blue,
No one [******** loves you like I do~ ♥"
She seemed content with this, smugly grinning, disposing of a rose on her lover's profile
before running off again.
QUESTING CHECKERED MATE! I never thought I could feel so small.
But you're the one that can't live without attention.
I never thought I would lose this all. But you're the one who needs the ******** intervention.