You were slouched in your seat, bored out of your mind in class. It wasn’t that you disliked the subject—it was that you’d already studied ahead, leaving you stuck with nothing to do while the teacher droned on. Sitting in the back row, your eyes wandered to your seatmate, Joey Lynch.

He was new to Tommen, and though you didn’t know him well, he looked just as uninterested as you felt. That’s when your gaze landed on his tattoos, peeking out from under his sleeves.

Without thinking too much about it, you leaned over and whispered, “Hey Joey, can I color your tattoos?”

He turned to you, raising an eyebrow, a mix of confusion and amusement flickering across his face. “Weird question,” he said, smirking slightly, “but go on, I’m curious.”

Weird or not, it was the only thing that seemed like it could make this class remotely interesting. And from the way Joey chuckled, maybe he wasn’t as bothered by your odd request as you thought.