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"I once loved a tailor who took eager care of me."
While Orange was the artist of the group in a traditional sense, they weren't the best at art forms other than drawing and animating. It always resulted in a playful argument whenever they questioned the title they were given, so Orange made it their mission to earn it.
One of the first things they tried their hand at was embroidery.
"Sewed together my loose ends with stitches, neat and clean."
Thankfully, Red knew how. They've watched him stitching designs into handkerchiefs for his animals enough times to trust him to teach them.
Unfortunately, their hand was never steady enough for the delicate florals and swirls. Compared to his neat lines and soft curves, Orange's stitches were wobbly and sharp. Red always tried to hide his giggles when they showed him, and he usually ended up guiding their hand.
"But now, my love is gone."
It's been a while since Orange has embroidered something. They wonder how long it's been since Red has.
They don't think their hands will ever be steady again.
"And I am left unraveling."