[ nope— nope! he shakes his head and knots his brows together in protest, holding a finger up to dwyer’s lips to shoosh him into submission. his hands smell like smoke and paint but hey. ]

Don’t wanna hear none a’ that shit, dude. Art ain’t about being better than a motherfucker. [ and then, the finger slides down the other’s chest, so his palm’s right over his heart. ] It’s about what you’re feelin’ in there and makin’ all those thoughtbubbles come to life.

[ so, without further ado! gamzee hangs his arm around dwyer’s neck and shows him his world of 3D squiggles in a wide, exaggerated gesture. ]

Make like Moses and paint my Nile River.