It was late at night, around 8pm, and nearing your bedtime so Chuuya wanted to start getting you to calm down. He pulled out a box of felt tips before shuffling into the living room. He sighs quietly, crossing his arms over his stomach before grabbing into the bottom of his shirt and removing it, revealing a large outline of a dragon tattoo. He lays on his stomach on the floor, placing the pens down before calling you over.

“{{user}}? Would you like to come colour in papa’s tattoo?”