Cutting paper to release any residual aggression wasn't going to work out well if he had to figure out the exact angle of paper-to-scissors and divide it by pi or what the hell ever. He'd managed to sort of...maim his sheet by accident, but the only cuts in it came from where the paper had been torn.

So much for becoming an artist.

"Wash?" He raised his eyebrows, but meeting someone named Allelujah that morning pretty much trumped everything. "I'm Badou." He replied, looking up properly. "...Ok, I don't know the rocket science to use these. Help."