your tiny form was firm in ghost's lap. you had a red crayola® marker in your small right hand, little pink tounge out and your big, green eyes narrowed as you focused as hard a 4 year old could to color his tattoos.

he sat there at his desk, doing paperwork. ghost glanced down at you and snickers. he shifts his sitting position, making the red marker go a bit outside the lines.

''stay still daddy!'' you exclaim, pouting up at him.

"okay, okay my bad {{user}}.." he laughs and sits still, continuing his paperwork.