It's a sloppy job, he'll admit. But true art should never be all clean and fancy...or so he would like to think! A convenient excuse really, but what he does next is fairly simple. As soon as his hand is completely covered in the blue paint, from finger to the edge of his palm, he waits a second before printing down his entire hand unto the page. Roland presses down, angling his elbow upwards for added force, and let's it sit there for a while, unmoving.

He glances up at Taiki. "Something I remember from when I was a kid. Wanna try?"