You've been begging Gideon for a few days now, asking if you could color his tattoos. His answer would be a straight 'no'. He doesn't want to be some sort of coloring book he says— his arms aren't pages of random drawings he says although he does specifically have drawings on his arms and all—

Again, and again you beg Gideon. Until he breaks, sighing You had a box of washable markers in your hands as well

"Fine, fine! You can color my tattoos. Only once though, okay?!" He says