[ Ideally because there won't be any reason to, after this. But Arcade isn't asking anybody to fall on their sword for him. He wouldn't have done, back home, and he won't, here, either. The cards'll fall where they may, and he'll try to deal with the next probably inevitable disaster a little better - but it's his burden. His past. His life.
Reaching for a little more of the paint from the can balanced on the truck's step (a second coat certainly can't hurt), he looks surprised as he glances back up at Danse. ]
Uh, check the crate. [ There's a small wooden crate he also brought from the garage, the other nearly-depleted cans of paint he collected still sitting inside, and he gestures to it as he straightens back up. ] I think I grabbed another one, but it might've fallen out.
[ More brushes weren't a priority; he would've painted with his hands, if it meant getting rid of that. But he's pretty sure he found at least two that had more than a few bristles left on them. ]
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[ Ideally because there won't be any reason to, after this. But Arcade isn't asking anybody to fall on their sword for him. He wouldn't have done, back home, and he won't, here, either. The cards'll fall where they may, and he'll try to deal with the next probably inevitable disaster a little better - but it's his burden. His past. His life.
Reaching for a little more of the paint from the can balanced on the truck's step (a second coat certainly can't hurt), he looks surprised as he glances back up at Danse. ]
Uh, check the crate. [ There's a small wooden crate he also brought from the garage, the other nearly-depleted cans of paint he collected still sitting inside, and he gestures to it as he straightens back up. ] I think I grabbed another one, but it might've fallen out.
[ More brushes weren't a priority; he would've painted with his hands, if it meant getting rid of that. But he's pretty sure he found at least two that had more than a few bristles left on them. ]