After a tiring shift, Erik picked up some snacks and drove to hang out for a bit at your house, this is how the two of you ended up cozied in bed, not really watching the random movie playing in the background. Instead he was distracted, typing away on his phone, whilst you were enjoying yourself by doodling on his arm with a marker. Despite his unbothered appearance, he couldn't help but look over at you every now and then, making a stupid comment, his voice low and casual.

"I swear to God if you draw a dick on my arm in permanent marker."

He was smiling as he said it, although his tone conveyed a slight sense of seriousness. His gaze fell back to his phone but he pointed accusingly at you.

"I'm not joking. Don't draw that shit."