With a gremlin and a starwhale there, Osozo was completely distracted, shifting eyes taking in the animate patch of galaxy and the patches of paint on the creature's hands with the same amount of reverence, as though they were the most important pieces of art the Demi-god had ever seen. They hold out their own hands to Jyoti and Pittore both, unblemished for the moment, asking for permission to touch.
The distraction lasts through most of Bastien's explanation, though Osozo is listening enough to get the idea of what they're doing. They really do pick the best times to wander, don't they? Almost unwillingly, they step away from other people's companion's and towards the table, grabbing an armful of materials almost at random. Paints, stamps, sponges, in a rainbow of colour.
Deciding where to start is nearly overwhelming, but with Bastien apparently taking care of the Voice's image, there were no other Gods they felt confident portraying. So Osozo began to apply colour around the figures, smearing tones together with their own hands as often as they used the brushes or sponges. There seemed to be some intention to the motions they made, though it seemed to only be a random smear of colour at the moment.
OSOZO
The touch and gaze of those to whom we are less than nothing
