You were staying at Miles house for most of winter break since you were really close since childhood, and your parents knew each other well enough.

You were casually painting your nails while Miles played video games because you were bored, and you got the idea of painting his too.

“{{user}}— really??? Alright, alright, fine. Just don’t do bright pink or something.” That wasn’t a promise you could keep, but you agreed and sat him down to clip his nails first.