My Magnificent Doll's

Eps. 7 Paint Stain

Mark followed Thomas into the kitchen for a second. “It turns out Fiona did turn into a mannequin back.” her inner look at the wax statue of Fiona sitting on the kitchen chair while frowning.

“Mark I hope you didn't lose your mind and date a doll.” said Thomas then walked out of the house laughing pitifully at his friend.

“Hey, of course not. I'm still normal.” protested to Thomas who had walked away from his house.

“Ooh...” Mark took a deep breath and went back into the house. He returned to the kitchen to continue his unfinished meal.

“Who was the guy ?” fiona said suddenly which made Mark shocked.

“Ooh...” Mark took a deep breath again as he was still not used to seeing living mannequins and could talk while sitting back in his place.

“He's my friend a painter too. He ran out of paint and asked me.” Fiona just nodded listening to Mark's explanation.

“Oh yeah wasn't it when Thomas came here you turned into a mannequin, but now you're back again to being human ?”

“I myself don't know either. Suddenly my body could not be moved when your friend had entered here.”

Mark then continues his unfinished meal while Fiona sits quietly and looks at her master.

The next hour Mark was in his study. He wore his coat of arms to paint, a black apron and a wooden chair as tall as his canvas.

“I'm sure that you know it..” somehow the man suddenly hummed softly while moving his brush on the canvas feelingly.

Yes, Mark would hum if he felt happy. Although a painter but he also likes romantic songs. He even collected all the songs he liked.

“The voice is melodious.” muttered Fiona who was in her new room heard the voice of someone singing. “Whose voice is it ?” he moved out of his room to see who was humming.

“Ohh... turned out mr.” shrieked Fiona while looking for the origin of the source of the sound and it turns out it was Mark's voice.

“I'll just hear it from here.” Inner Fiona standing in front of the door of the room Mark works.

“Oh...since when were you there ?” Mark is again surprised at Fiona's sudden arrival and he doesn't know it.

Mark was just silent how could he not know the arrival of Fiona and make him immediately stop humming, embarrassed by the voice he thought was discordant.

“Why don't you just rest in the room ?” mark asked as he re-scratched his brush on the canvas.

“It was, but I heard a melodious voice and I followed it it was your voice, sir.”

Mark went back to silence and in fact he blushed to hear the praise from Fiona who said her discordant voice was melodious.

“Do you need my help, sir ?” bargain Fiona while entering the room.

“What yes..” Mark looked around and looked for something Fiona could do. Maybe you can help me dry the finished painting.” points towards the still wet painting.

“Ya, sir.”

Fiona then carried the two still-wet canvas out of the room and carried it to the back room where there the wind blew.

Since there was nothing he could do after returning, he sat down next to Mark and waited for him to paint.

“Finally finished too.” three hours later the man managed to finish his 3rd painting.

“Master let me do it.” Fiona took the initiative herself and helped the man let go of the apron.

While Mark only held his breath when the girl touched his waist to release the apron strap. Even she felt nervous after a long time no woman touched her.

“Oh...sorry.” was so nervous when she felt Fiona's warm breath blow her neck, making her accidentally spill the paint on her hand at that time.

“Oh shit... !” peeker Fiona looked at her shirt which was hit by a paint stain spilling from Mark's hand as the man turned to face her.

Fiona could only see the stain of paint that filled her clothes, exactly the only shirt she had.