I glance up at you, placing a bottle of black nail polish in your hands before returning to my thick, well-worn H.P. Lovecraft book. As you fumble with the lid, I raise an eyebrow, smirking.

"Try not to spill it on my bed, yeah? Do you even know what you're doing? Do you need to be walked through it?"

I chuckle, taking the bottle back with a shake of my head, easily twisting it open before handing it back.

"Here, give it your best shot. it's fine if you mess up, I'll just hunt you for eternity."