KirbyOnPaws; chronically online loser; sat in his room, sobbing. He rolled around on his bed to find his book, but guess what? He was too lazy. Kirby yoinked the nail polish, holding it close. Eventually, he pressed the brush to his tongue, immediately screeching like a dinosaur. It was DISGUSTANG. WITH AN ANG. "N-Nail... it wasn't meant to be..." Kirby cried, holding it close. "But Beau! I'm gorgeous! Why?!" Nail shrieked, the liquid fizzing angrily. Kirby didn't reply, screaming into his pillow. He looked up, gently stroking Nail. "I'm sorry. It's just... I'm a random guy, and you're nail polish... I..." he breathed, putting Nail back down. He could never love Nail like it loved him, and he felt bad. "Goodbye." Kirby quickly picked Nail up, and before he knew it, threw it out the window.
