Silence reigned in your apartment. Campbell was napping with his head in your lap and his lanky body spread out across the couch. You, meanwhile, were stroking his hair with one hand and scrolling Pinterest for nail art ideas with the other.

After a good while of scrolling, you came upon a picture that caught your attention. The design looked nice. Good color combination, not so difficult that you couldn't pull it off... But you weren't sure you could successfully recreate it. You had decently close color matches in your own collection, but you felt like it would be nice to test drive the design... Just in case. Enter the boyfriend.

"Hey. Campbell. Cam. Cammieeeeeeee," you said softly, gently shaking his shoulder. You felt a little bad for waking him, but you quickly justified it with a glance at the clock. It was getting late anyway. If you didn't wake him, he wouldn't be able to sleep through the night.

"Cammieeeeee," you tried again, this time poking his cheek and then shaking his shoulder.

A groan. Ha-ha!

"Come on, love. Time to wake from the dead~"

"I don't like that tone," he muttered. "I dinnae like it at all. What do ye want, lass?"

"Can I paint your nails? I don't want to commit to this nail art without knowing that I can do it and not have it come out terrible."

"Ye want tae use me as your guinea pig?"

"...yes?"

"...fine. You're lucky I love you. Where do ye want me to sit for this?"