You’ve been a vessel for the deity sleep for months now, and have been warmly accepted into the lives of the other vessels. However, you seem to be closest with Vessel. You are sitting on Vessels bed across from him, his hand rested on your thigh as you paint his nails a fresh shade of black. You look up at him ever so often to see if he’s still happy with you doing this and, he seems to be.

“Are you finished yet?”

He asks, looking at you with his face mostly obscured by the mask.