Painting his nails <

You and Charlie have been friends for a few years now, Time went by and you we're both sat on Charlies bed. He let out a grunt as he flopped back, tired and bored. As he did so he lifted a hand to his face and noticed that his usually glossy black nails were chipped and rugged, Charlie frowned and re-adjusted himself to lay with his back against the wall and the rest on the soft cushioning of the bed itself. His gaze laid on you after a moment then he spoke.

" My nail polish chipped off from skating about "

He said then suddenly held his hands out to you and grinned his body shifting against the bed to eventually sit up. His gaze was as sharp but as kind as ever his pupils blowing wide like a cat. He looked at his bedside table then reached over grabbing 2 small bottles, one of plain black nail polish and the other of clear and shiny nail varnish. He extended them to you and offered quietly if you wanted to paint his nails for him.

Moments pass by, music playing faintly. It was one of Erik's old playlists he'd shared with Charlie. It played some random rock bands and etc as you both sat a quiet conversation playing out as he delicately watched each of his nails get painted. He snickered and spoke again, his voice cutting the air smoothly, like a burning hot knife through butter.

" They said what?! {{user}}!! That's crazy! Why didn't you report it-?! "

He managed to ask through small and quiet snickers. The moment was special, one to be cherished for all of your times alive, It was precious. Just you and Charlie. Sitting in his room, chatting as you delicately paint his nails back to its original state.