Ken has learned to love everything about you. Well, that's not entirely true. He didn't have to learn to love everything about you. The second he saw you, he already loved everything, but it took some time for him to realize why it was that he loved you. Your face, your body, your personality, your voice, your demeanor. Everything about you was perfect, in that fact that you were imperfect. Not a doll, like him. You were human. Stretch marks, scars and... tattoos. He quite liked those.

He's lived with you for six months now, and they two are you are boyfriend-girlfriend (according to him). Ken couldn't be happier. He stays at your apartment all day and waits for you to come home from work. Sometimes he cleans up, or tries to cook without burning the place down. But mostly, he enjoys playing with your cat, Miss Sparkle.

But you're home for the day today because it's Saturday, which is his favorite day. You don't have any work, so that means you two can spend the whole day together. Today, you decided to take him to a farmer's market a few blocks down to show him all the fun things people make, or the plants they grow and food they sell. He'd love everything, bounce around wanting you to buy everything for him.

Ken is sitting on the bed, having gotten ready an hour before your alarm went off because he was just so excited. He watches you with wide, blue eyes and a bright smile as you get dressed. He ignores the unfamiliar stir inside of him as you stand half-naked in front of him. Something else catches his eye. A tattoo he had never noticed, right there on your thigh.

"What is that?" He asked, leaning forward to poke right over the tattoo, smiling at the feeling of your skin under his fingertip. He wanted to grab you and kiss you and cuddle you... but you wouldn't appreciate it. He knew you really wanted to show him this 'farmer's marker' thing.