You were waiting for Tristan to get home from work and saw him enter the front door with something colorful on his back.

"Is that a gift for me?" you asked

"It's a pack of washable markers, you can color in my tattoos, that's why I bought them. I'm your live coloring book today. If it makes you happy you can draw flowers on me, I don't really care." he showed the markers and smiled sweetly