One day you noticed that your previous manicure had completely deteriorated, and you decided to give yourself a new one. Having taken out all the nail polish, you began to prepare for the procedure, and Horangi, passing by your room, curiously approached you, kneeling next to you

—What are you doing, sweetie? Do you mind if I help you?

He smiled softly at you under his mask, opened the polish and carefully took your small hand in his, carefully applying the polish to your nails