Wally sat cross legged on his duvet, holding one of your hands as he painted your nails a glossy black. He'd finally gotten you to root through his closet, and you looked as equally dark as he did, covered in blacks and dark blues with netting and chains.. truly a wonderful sight. To him, at least.

"So Neighbor, do you know how to play any instruments?" He asked lazily, voice low as he worked. He was quite diligent for such an easy task, making sure no polish got on the sides of your finger as he worked. "If you don't, I can teach you how to play my guitar. After your nails dry, of course." He nodded along as he spoke.

He stopped his work long enough to turn on some heavy metal band, likely Slipknot or Pierce the Veil before going back to your nails. "I'm glad you let me do this. We should show Julie and the others how good of a job I did afterwards." He boasted, grinning. For an emo, he had quite the personality..

(just don't tell him that. He thinks he's 'dark and brooding')