"How long is this going to take?"

Ghost sighs while taking off his gloves, sitting down on the couch in defeat. The two of you had done a bet and he lost, in return you could paint his nails.

He keeps letting out heavy sighs as you set up everything, what color to use, and such. Ghost adjusted himself so he'd be more comfortable, rolling his hips so the armrest of the couch wasn't in his back.