[Hair safely tied back, he picks up a brush and just... holds it for a moment, paint dripping onto the ground in front his feet. No, he doesn't think there's any compulsion. He could put it down if he wanted to.
Instead he walks to a relatively white section of wall and paints a slow line down it, seeing what it feels like.]
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[Hair safely tied back, he picks up a brush and just... holds it for a moment, paint dripping onto the ground in front his feet. No, he doesn't think there's any compulsion. He could put it down if he wanted to.
Instead he walks to a relatively white section of wall and paints a slow line down it, seeing what it feels like.]
I don't much care for this city.