Sunflower, Teddy perched beside it, smiley face in the top left (to test the paint), the sun. Bean flourished his paintbrush, holding it with two fingers and thumb the way one might hold a teacup as he delicately stroked out the shape of Teddy's fluffy ears. After a moment - sure that the camera shutter was still clicking away - he very convincingly faked a yawn, eyes on Sean rather than on his painting (Teddy's ear hair was not that pronounced), so that he could stretch out his free arm in a muscle-man pose. When this did not discourage him he rearranged his legs to be crossed seductively, eyeing down the camera under hooded, serious brows, tongue licking at his lower lip, eyebrows wa--
the brush slipped off the canvas and Bean looked back, suddenly away he had been painting, still, and Teddy's ear was now more of an antennae. Bean stood, chair tumbling backwards behind him with the force of the movement, paint brush still weaponised in his hand.
Oh, no. Oh, that wouldn't do.
Oh, Teddy.
A moment of flounder - what to do what to do what to do - but Bean collected the same handkerchief he'd used a second ago, to wipe away the black splodge, and wipe-- used the dirty, covered-in-paint part of the handkerchief. The black spread.
Oh, Teddy. Oh, his hands shook a little, but he licked a clean corner of the handkerchief and wiped at the glob of black paint that was n- oh - oh it just -
He looked back to the cameraman and jerked around to be facing him fully, body in front of the canvas, arm outstretched to fully defend it from his camera's line of sight. Just casually standing. Just, um. Casually standing there doing nothing. Standing. Standingly. Oh, a Cameraman? Oh, hello (Bean waved airily, as though the Queen), legs crossed awkwardly for how he was standing, hiding the canvas.
He was going to have to get rid of this canvas and start again. There was nothing else for it. He stowed the handkerchief - still covered in black, along with his fingers - back into his breast-pocket and crossed his arms (left fingermarks on his blazer's left elbow), standing merrily, waiting for Sean to turn his back for long enough to make the switch of canvas. OK. Okay okay okay okay. This was salvageable.