Re: Subtle as an A bomb...:D
Fitz looked over the simple bones painted on his arm. "Very neat," he complimented. Sure there were bones missing and some of the shapes weren't quite right, but it still looked like arm and finger bones, which had been the point.
Then he took up some of the paint, blatantly mixed some colors on the table while muttering what their color code was, then set his arm down and started his own tracing, forming thin tan lines of much more square parts. He took one of the sponges into his teeth and bit it into a third its width, then started to fill in the joints with wires and adding screws. On the flip side of his arm he made a wide path of nothing but red, green and blue wires, taking out a ballpoint pen (why, yes, he had one) and using it to gently scrape over the paint to quickly make coil looking lines, thin traces of black against the shining paint. He mixed the some more of the colors he'd made a small pallet of, making an bright rust, then spattered some over the orange metal plates quickly.
"There. Neon robot." He gulped down the last of his drambuie. "Right. Dancing?"