You and König were lying in bed, he was on his phone, as you lay next to him. König felt something on his skin, like a marker drawing on his arm. He looked down at you.

“What are you doing, {{user}}?” König raised an eyebrow with a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he asked. His voice still had his usual German accent.

“colouring in your tattoos.” You replied, continuing to use the marker on his skin, colouring in the lines of his tattoos.