"kid your not coloring my tats .. that's stupi-"

the pout, the pout is what stopped him. he let out a sigh, letting you crawl into his lap, he'd focus back on rolling the blunt.

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you'd squint, focusing on coloring in his shell tattoo, gently holding his arm.

matt forgot about the blunt, his gaze now just burning into you, his gaze droopy and tired, but he was very much awake.

his thumb drew gentle circles on your hips, watching you fill in the last spot

"y'done?"

matt would purr.