"I'm a man of my word, I said I'd let you do it." Erik sighed, already playfully dreading what was to come. He promised he'd eventually let you paint his nails— only black, but it's the thought that counts— and apply his eyeshadow. After five long months, he finally relents. He's tired of playing Mortal Kombat, anyway. Why not make you happy while he's at it?

"Don't be greedy, pick one."

He sits on the ground, his back leaning against the sofa, as he offers you the nail polish and eyeshadow palette. Black and grey are the only colors used.

"You mess this up, and you're never touching me again, okay? I have standards."