That makes Roland smile a little wider, a crinkle in the edge of his eyes.

"Great. Let's layer them together with another color after." He lifts his palm up and there it is, an imprint of a hand, five fingers and palm, made eternal on paper and blue paint. But a flash of realization comes across him then, suddenly conscious as he faces Taiki again.

"Err. I'm not wasting your paint, am I?"