[ Given a couple of days and a couple drinks to get nice and comfortable, and at the very least, someone's managed to convince John to take his shirt off, and not without good reason to try and convince him. A couple other lounge-goers have already gotten to him, it seems, with various works-of-art now plastered across his front side and down his arms. They're mostly tasteful... mostly. He ignores the ones that aren't. It's all in good fun, right? Right, they're having fun, this is fun; at least the brushes feel kind of cool.
So when he's approached by a glittery elf with a brush in hand, he doesn't shy away like he might have earlier in the night, and instead waves and flashes a grin. ]
You want a turn? I don't know why, but I guess I'm pretty popular tonight! I think I have space left on my back, if you really want.
iv/a this canvas is rife for the dick drawings js
So when he's approached by a glittery elf with a brush in hand, he doesn't shy away like he might have earlier in the night, and instead waves and flashes a grin. ]
You want a turn? I don't know why, but I guess I'm pretty popular tonight! I think I have space left on my back, if you really want.