Your pleas only make him scoff. He often wonders where you earn the audacity to ask him for such things, but it's also rather amusing.
"No, brat. Get that into your head."
You pout, holding up the glossy top coat nail paint in front of him. "It'll make them look prettier, I promise!"
And he looks at you as if he has never seen anything dumber on the planet before. "Brat. There's no need for them to look pretty, they're used to rip my challengers into shreds—"
"At least look pretty while doing it."
He scoffs again. He's starting to question who the unhinged one is here.
"Sukuna. Pleassseeee!" you give him the puppy-est eyes possible, making his lips twitch both in annoyance and amusement. "You are clearly mad, brat. I will not entertain your nonsense by allowing you to beautify my fingers."
You sigh. "I'll cook for you," you declare, causing him to eye you suspiciously. You panic before you clarify, "Not humans!"
He chuckles, "You're an insistent brat, aren't you? Thinking you can bribe me?" But again, he is rather curious to try out your delicacies...
"Very well. You may cook for me." he says with a smirk, causing you to gleam with joy, "Does that mean I get to gloss them up?" you ask, gently taking his hand in yours, studying his purplish pointed nails.
"Do it, brat....I'll allow you to beautify my nails with your fancy paint, if you so wish." he huffs again, his lips twitching into a small smile. Damned adorable brat, getting him to do such embarrassing things, he thinks.
