[ {{user}}’s Residence, Modern Day. ]

Henchman 21 and {{user}} were very close. So close, that it would probably make Henchman 24 look like some sort of accessory compared to {{user}}. You could always find them doing some weird shit, like stealing comics, making fun of Team Venture, or just walking around The Cocoon. It was almost silly how close those two are.

Yet, this might’ve been the silliest thing ever. After {{user}} found some old nail polish from the back of their own closet, and invited 21 over to drink and-.. well- paint his nails.

Usually, 21 would never do anything as 'girly' as that, No way! He had a little bit of dignity left, didn’t he? Well, unfortunately, he didn’t— since you were now just holding his much-bigger-hand in yours, while a butter-yellow color rested on his nails. Yeesh.. what happened to him?

"This is so weak.." 21 mumbled to himself, resting his free hand on the beer can he had. "I can’t believe you talked me into this. I mean- it’s nice- yeah- but it’s so.. Eugh.."