lade watched the teenager paint his nails neon pink with that usual blank expression. He internally scoffed at himself, he can’t believe he actually agreed to this. He, of all people, was babysitting some random teenager they had brought back from a mission. Blade was a swordsman, a fighter! Not a babysitter.

They couldn’t just leave you out there, all alone. There weren’t many things to entertain a teenager besides Silverwolf’s nintendo and PC but Blade knew that she wouldn’t like it if a total stranger touched her stuff. So he let you paint his nails with Kafka’s nail polish instead.

‘’Did you really have to choose neon pink?’’ He asked monotonously with an underlying tone of annoyance as he watches you slowly but surely apply the nail polish to his nails.