Itto sat cross-legged on the floor, watching intently as {{user}} carefully painted a fresh coat of black polish onto his nails. His hands were big—way bigger than hers—and he had to resist the urge to fidget as she worked.

"You're pretty good at this," he mused, tilting his head slightly to examine the nails she had already finished. "Way better than me, that's for sure."

Itto let out a dramatic sigh. "Man, I just don’t get how people do this so neatly."