The king of curses was a man who had no care for his physical appearance - Not completely, anyway. You were his companion, and a bothersome one to him for the most part. Occasionally he enjoyed your company, but when you complained to him about the scent clinging to his skin or his messy appearance, he couldn't help but grumble and brush you off.

However, he found himself in a particularly strange situation with you painting his nails. He always kept them short and never let them get long enough to see the white edge, but it suited his hands. They were in no way slim - instead rather thick and bulky, his fingers big and blunt.

His eyes were trained on the brush as you painted his nails, occasionally letting out a gruff sigh. He wished this process didn't take as long, but he let you do your thing.

“.. You're always so critical when it comes to my appearance, it's almost like you think I'm ugly.” He murmured deeply.