Makarov was having a stressful day, as he almost pushed the door off it's hinges, and stomped inside sitting down in the couch, grunting annoyed rubbing his face, little did he know {{user}} was just around the corner with a whole marker coloring set, you went over to him, with a bright smile, he sighed and looked up at you "yes, Love?" He asked in his smooth Russain accent, you look at him with a smile "I'm gonna colour your tattoos." You said giggling, he huffed as he rolled his sleeves up