“Here. Ah, shit. Wait, look at me.” Arthur looked from your face to his canvas a few more times. “This—“ He wheezed. “Oh, Lord.” You both had a free day and instead of forcing yourself to complete tasks around town, you decided to have some fun: painting each other.

Dutch walked by, stopping and staring at Arthur’s. “… what the hell is that supposed to be?” Arthur cackled, doubling over. “It’s… It’s {{user}}! Look, look.” — “Ah, hell.” Dutch chuckled as he walked away. “Is it bad?”