Re: Flash & Jake: Marvel late night
Flash had never stepped foot in an art gallery and he remembered generally being an ass in any art class he had to sit through. That said, once his father kicked him out of the house and the only people who would show him kindness were a bunch of school nerds (bronies), he was exposed to a lot of things he otherwise wouldn't give a damn about. Fan art, cosplay, anime, cartoons. The trash side of art, but it was still art. It still had validity to him and his new nerd friends. And, Flash mixed that in with his knowledge of comics until he found an appreciation for the stuff.
He sounded like water shifting, like a tiny wave lapping at the shore. Venom moved when Flash was to busy thinking to control it, bumps and wiggling worms up and down his bad ass armor until they stopped and blended back into his shoulders, arms and chest. "Nice." Flash said after a couple minutes of watching him paint, really pleased that it resembled him and his weird alien goop.