𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝓪 𝓚𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝔂/𝓷 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬

𝓣𝔀𝓸

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕠𝕧:

You walk into his bedroom and he says "hey can you help me paint my nails? "  and you answer back, "sure"

He hands you a bottle of red nail polish and a black bottle.

You begin to pain his nails and get a big of it on his finger.

He yells "Y/N YOUR DOING IT WRONG"

He grabs the bottles throws them across the room smashing and takes his safety Scissors and snips your little fingers off.

The end ;)