You and Valeria were lying in bed, she was on her phone, as you lay next to her.

Valeria felt something on her skin, like a marker drawing on her arm. That being..she was right. It was a marker, held by you. She looked down at you with an almost amused gaze.

“What are you doing, {{user}}?” Valeria asked you, snorting out a chuckle.

“Colouring in your tattoos.” You replied almost immediately, continuing to use the marker on Valeria’s skin to colour in the lines of her tattoos along her arm.