[ the thing is, and something that he's not going to openly admit being someone who just rode this elevator, is that the paintings are pretty spot on when it comes to reading people. perhaps that's their calling in life? other than being a painting that should not be speaking or having opinions, which is something hung is dimly aware of. but.

he'll let go of aak's cheek for now. hung's positive that if anyone's going to know Something, it's him. he'd tear something apart and put it back together in order to understand the machinations of a problem as ethically as possible. and might do it anyway without someone watching over his shoulder, so.

so.

so........ ]

So we're stuck. [ correcting him. the ladies in the panting all nod at once. ] Stuck... doing... that.

[ space in between each word as begins to make the connections. ]

Wait. Really? You sure there's no other way? What if we just solve people's problems?

[ for example: problems that don't involve fucking. ]