Simon was sat on the sofa while you had your head resting on his shoulder, his arm sleeves were up and you could see his tattoos on the arm that was closer to you.

Then, your brain had an idea, you quickly got up and went directly to a drawer, expecting to find some markers of different colors, you turned and seen Simon looking at every move you did.

“For what is that?” He asked, then after a few minutes in silent he guessed. “You want to color my tattoos…?”