"That's okay. I mean," his hand raises, gestures toward himself vaguely, before returning to its former position of tapping out an increasingly excited pattern against Lucas' ribs. "Not really much for subterfuge." Understatement like whoa. "But if all my portraits are of the same person, you think we're gonna have enough range to cover all the parts? Do they even want to sing?"

This is exactly why Bash is never going to finish a coherent Senior project. And he looks completely delighted by it. There's clear and visible effort going into keeping himself quiet.

"And you kinda got to wonder. In general. How long before portraits start making decisions for themselves? How much growth do you put in paint? Like - would a portrait be the same if it was hanging in the Pope's living room versus hanging in, like, Ted Bundy's living room?"