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Why would Eris fuck with Wells' livelihood? He hadn't done something to piss him off yet. Honestly, it was like the kid didn't even know him. Eris openly rolled his eyes as the thought crossed his mind, albeit he let it go once Wells actually agreed with his idea. Fuck yeah, Eris one, stupid exam zero. Now, all they had to do was solve the constellation and they'd be home free. Maybe if they succeeded, he could keep his sight! They may as well let him keep seeing as a reward, otherwise what was even the point?

Of course, Eris didn't quite appreciate the shade. Even if Wells didn't care, knowing the exact shades helped when it came to picking out outfits, the last thing he needed was to get dragged by the red carpet paparazzi because he chose to wear [i]maroon[/i] instead of blood red like some kind of--okay, he was getting off track. But they were going to revisit that topic whether the kid wanted to or not.

[color=ccff99]"Alright, fine, but we're revisiting the intricacy of the color wheel and their many shades down the line and you'll get what I mean,"[/color] Eris couldn't help himself, faking the sound of clearing his throat loudly so Wells wouldn't stop to make some kind of smartass comment. [color=ccff99]"We'll start with the same one as before, then go to the upper right. After that, I'll call it as we go along,"[/color] He said, flexing his fingers as he held his hand out.

[color=ccff99]"Three, two, one--go."[/color]

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[sub][right]A little miffed that [@Scribe of Thoth] doesn't appreciate the difference between blonde and daffodil, like seriously, these things MATTER.[/right][/sub]