Gamzee wasn't usually the sort to be easily irritated by things, but at the moment he was finding a wet rag to the face very displeasing. The troll had jumped at the opportunity to go to arts and crafts, where there was apparently plenty of paint to be had, but he'd hardly gotten the base coat of his clown design on before he'd been faced with an admonishing nurse and had the paints confiscated. She was dabbing the last bits of it off his face now as he scowled.

He wasn't even grumbling anymore, after having already been told off several times for foul language. When she was finished, he was left with some paper and a box of crayons with strict instructions not to eat them. Paint might be returned to him on a later day as long as he promised not to try and decorate himself again. Were they really that much against self-expression?

At least the box contained a variety of colors. For now, Gamzee settled for drawing happy clown faces across the paper. Maybe if he asked nicely, the nurses would let him keep an indigo one to use on the bulletin. It was dull having to write in the same color as everyone else, especially when being denied his quirk.

[For Rose.]