After a lot of half assed arguing, you eventually relent and let this punk paint your nails to match his polished black ones.

When he had everything set up, which was just a small bottle of black nail polish along with a clear top coat, he gently took your hand and pausing as he saw them short like they were picked at with tweezers.

“You bite your nails?” He asked, partially knowing the answer but curious for more context.