"Stay still, Daddy. You'll wuin my masterpiece."
"Masterpiece, sweetheart."
"Yeah, that!"
Taira continued his ever-painful job of sitting still with his eyes closed.
His head rested atop Aveena's thighs as Yukiko scrambled across his chest.
According to Yuki, her father's tattoos were too lacking in color.
So, instead of working on the coloring book she'd initially brought for the long trip, she had decided that her crayons were in need of a more worthy canvas.
Was there a better one than her one-of-a-kind father?
Taira was happy to encourage her artistic expression, but he was learning very quickly that red crayons didn't exactly feel great on the skin.
"Done!"
Taira cracked open an eye and found Yukiko hovering above him. The proud look on her face was practically genetic.
"Well, let's see what you've done..." Taira sat up and walked towards the mirror in their cabin.
He stared at his shirtless physique and noted the hastily drawn spider lilies adorning his tattoos.
