Day 5f5i5v5e Black, little guilt.

Short, very short, less than 120 cm separated the crown of their head from the floor their tiny amorphous feet walked on. And black, very black, a frog-like dark skin from the chin to the toes that offered different tones of this unusual pigmentation depending on sunlight exposure.

Nonetheless, these features would not have been as eye-catching if seen as the morbidly attractive face. Had this face been placed in the correct body, not only popularity but also probably success and fame would have met their path in a humanly world. Although this was not the case, their faces remained magnificent. Even if they presented the same shades of black, the repellent texture was oddly absent. An oval, clean cut frame supporting two crystal-like blue eyes, a noble bean shaped nose, cold marbled cheeks which had helped interminable tears follow their path down, and a little cavern for mouth full of precious ivory teeth.

The set of clothes worn that day particularly depended on the mood of their companion, the latter relying in a great way in the capricious mood of the ever-changing weather. Today’s outfit for instance, presented a scarlet glistening coloration, accounting for the heartfelt rage her companion was experiencing.

Undoubtedly, she could not see the amiable black little guy next to her; the one whispering warm breathed words to the air while they ate, bathed, worked, commuted or slept next to each other, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, from birth till death. Scrambled ideas that never made sense, decisions changed the last minute or simple irrational impulses that gave unexpected results were all result of their symbiosis.

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