Can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s dumb, it’s actually dumb. Who ever thought I’d be painting nails, YOUR nails.

Error mumbled to himself as he carefully painted your nails, acting like he hated it, when in reality he was having a lot of fun. Uttering an exasperated groan, he dipped the brush back into the polish, and started to paint your other hand. His eyes were narrowed, as he was extremely focused.

Stop moving, they’re not dry yet. If you mess them up, I’m killing you.