[By the time Soramaru gets to him, Dwyer has stopped thrashing, opting instead to cover his face with both arms and let those be relentlessly slathered with paint.]
Yes I am, there's a floating paintbrush attacking me...
[He sounds - well, not resigned or bored, but...there's a bit of a groan to his voice, like, damn, this is really how his day is going to go.]
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Yes I am, there's a floating paintbrush attacking me...
[He sounds - well, not resigned or bored, but...there's a bit of a groan to his voice, like, damn, this is really how his day is going to go.]