Anxiety x Patton: nail polish
I should stop writing these with my shitty phone.
When he entered the room, Anxiety was excpeting to see Morality watching tv, reading newspaper, on his computer. Not… painting his nails.
Specially not baby blue nail polish.
“Ann! What do you want kiddo?” He asked, smiling from his bed, and Anxiety raises his eyebrow before slowly walking to the bed.
“Since when you paint your nails?”
“Well since I saw Ben doing it” he said, happily, grinning at the younger trait. “Though the fact that we bite our nails is a real bummer, because it doesn’t look very good”
“I think it looks grand” Anxiety said, sitting next to him and smiling. “Do you have black? Or grey?”
“I think i do” Morality said, reaching for the small bag next to his bed and picking it up. “Look for it here”
There was glittery black, but it would have to do.
The two spent the rest of the day painting each other’s nails and talking about nothing.
It was a good day.