Edwin turned to meet Oliver's eye, considering the suggestion. "Use the paint from the paintballs? Interesting! It's probably a limited color palette, but that's not a bad thing... Hmm. I wonder if that would work. Or if this paint dries the same." He tried to recall from the last time they'd played paintball, but there had been enough going on that day that the memory of paint consistency had left his mind.
He reached for his phone, debating sending out a message to everyone to put some extra paintballs in their duffels to be used later. "So we've got my nice purple, and Jack, you've got..." He lifted his head, looking at the splotch on Oliver's middle. "Yellow! Nice, already a good contrast! And you-- Did you even see what color you had?" he asked his boyfriend. "I like this. I'm leaving today in a good mood."