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Kristoph sat down with his cyan-colored bottle of Ariadoney. This had become a routine for him, do his nails and stare at Godot's nails. Godot's nails. They were perfect for nail polish, just the right length. He felt too nervous about asking him if he could pain them though. Godot was the definition of a stereotypically masculine man. He would just keep up this routine in secret.
Of course, Godot was aware of his "habit" of staring at his nails. He was just waiting for him to ask the first few times, but the longer it went on, he started to realize Kristoph wasn't going to just ask. He would have to take matters into his own hands.
One day while Kristoph was painting his nails, he felt a pair of hands wrap around him. That wasn't so surprising, Godot tended to do those things just out of habit. "Hey, Kris, mind doing mine after your done?" What? Godot wanted him to paint his nails? Well, he had been wanting to do it. He nodded, excited that he finally could. Godot smiled and went to grab his cup of freshly brewed coffee. "Cool. Don't be afraid to ask me if you can do stuff like that."
Godot drank his coffee a bit faster than usual, wanting to get that smile to stay on Kristoph's face just a little bit longer. He watched as Kristoph looked at his different colors. Was that an organizer? Wow, he took this a lot more seriously than Godot thought he did.
Kristoph had to get this just right. It was the first time he was doing Godot's nails. It had to be perfect. What color would be best? White? Yes, it would match his hair. He laid out a little towel for Godot to put his hands on and waited for him.
Godot finished his coffee and sat down, letting Kristoph paint them. Kristoph was very exact with it he had been practicing for years. He didn't mess up a single stroke. Godot wondered if he would do this more often now that he knew he was allowed. Kristoph finished very quickly and let Godot look them over. They looked amazing. He would ask him to do it more.