Sometimes, Light lets himself be led around.

It isn't often, but he does have to do what you want every now and then.

So, today, when you came to him asking to paint his nails a bit, he put up a little fight before giving in.

So now, he's sat next to you on the floor with a look of boredom as you finish painting his nails a bright red.

"{{user}}, what's the point of this?"

He asks, looking a little annoyed by this but still neutral, because it's you, and he loves you.