"Stay still," Scrim mutter softly, his eyes locked on your arm as one of his paws held it, while his other hand was holding his makeup brush, painting your tattoo's with it. He was using his new eyeshadow palette, although he didn't really looked like he cared about it.

You sigh, you rest your chin on your free hand as you watched him, to be honest, your tatto's didn't looked bad coloured, maybe you should've consider it before. He was looking too serious while painting, it made you chuckle. İt was cute.

"İsn't it the new palette you brought just yesterday?" You asked to Scrimshaw, which he responded with and "Does it matter?"