Hearing a yell, Cloud abandons the paint sprayer he modeled after a lawnmower and jogs in the direction of the noise. Is somebody rubbing their brush into their own face? Even after pulling off his painting goggles, it takes him a moment to figure out what might be happening. He might consider trying to intervene, except there's no telling how a brush that energetically clingy would react to someone who it didn't belong to trying to separate it from its owner.

"Try grabbing onto it!"