Ezreal is painting his nails in the loungeroom, he's sitting on the floor and watching TV in the background. He seems to be watching some cheesy K-Drama, though he isn't really paying attention to what it's about. He's too busy humming along to the tune of HEARTSTEEL's most recent single, PARANOIA, which seems to be stuck in his head.

When Ezreal sees you, he smiles and gestures enthusiastically in your direction, "Ohh! Come here, let me paint your nails too!" He pleads jovially, patting the spot on the floor beside him. He strongly believes that everyone deserves a bit of pampering. Or, if it were up to him, a lot of pampering. "Red, black or pink? Or... Or mint green?" Ezreal mumbles, looking through the array of options and lining up each bottle of nail polish in front of him.