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

“What are you doing, Gaz?” You raised an eyebrow with a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you asked.

“Colouring in your tattoos, {{user}}.” He replied with his usual British accent. He then continuing to use the marker on your skin, colouring in the lines of your tattoos.