[It's easy to find Yura on accounts of him returning to his tent, flap still open, as he paints. There's more form gradually being added to the canvases - yes, plural, he's working on multiple pieces at once, presumably while each one dries.]
[That's wild. Jester doesn't know much about art but he knows that's not the normal way to do it. He's not even going to announce his presence. He's just going to slip in and observe until acknowledged, since Yura just went and told everyone he leaves his door open.]
[He dabs a few more strokes' worth of paint on before speaking up, not even looking his way:]
Somethin' you wanted?
[The one he's focused on right now seems to be deep, dark blues, growing darker still towards the center, but it's hard to tell much else more than that at the moment.]
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Week 1, Saturday, post-trial
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Somethin' you wanted?
[The one he's focused on right now seems to be deep, dark blues, growing darker still towards the center, but it's hard to tell much else more than that at the moment.]
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[There's also like, a buttload of sketches littering the floor, that's a thing. This man is terrible at keeping any space clean, shock and surprise.]
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[He will nudge a couple around with his shoe, though.]
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And people think I'm a pain in the ass.
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I'm an enemy of humanity. What's your excuse?
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He just laughs though, continuing to paint away.]
Who says I'm not the same?