Considering how bad it was to use plain paints, like gouache or watercolour, directly on the skin due to pigment absorption, it occurred as an afterthought in Alois' last go at finishing up details that allowing randoms paint of some sort meant to go on dead things might have been poor planning. Or at least increased my heavy metals values about as much as one would ever want for a single lifetime. It's no matter, really. I probably won't even make it to twenty five, let alone have to worry about going mad of lead and mercury at fifty.
Mad as a hatter on mercury. Just as well. We're all already mad here.
"Lying still can be managed." More after having had the practice at meditations that it would have been before the whole project. "Perhaps next time you paint, then. Maybe that's more like gloss work. "
The question on time was answered by shifting enough to let his own arm from from pillowing his head and reaching the length of the floor to fish out his cellphone from pants pocket, "There's about a half hour of the three to go to drying. "
Quenton started typing out what was ostensibly a series of text messages to an unknown source. "For my three hours, we're going to need to go out to a studio. Where you going to take pictures of this, or will I be in suspense until we get to Okamoto's with her full length mirrors? I expect the mirror in the bathroom here isn't large enough to get the full effect."
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