*softly* Dallas painting and really having to go but, he’s in the zone and has found a muse that really gets his vibes. So he’s dancing from foot to foot as he struggles to mix the paint properly, the lines are starting to get shaky as his concentration becomes more on his loosing battle- eventually he can’t brush the need off and he drops his brush and pallet thing and grabs himself, rocking on the balls of his heels as the wave of desperation is too much for the painter to handle and he wets himself right where he stands ;0;
















