Would I h-have to appear before a court to do it? [He’s sounds fairly nervous when he asks that; since he has no idea how this sort of thing is meant to go. Jack continues with the reds and blacks, the swirling mess looking very interesting now.]
[Bites her lip for a moment, hearing how nervous he is] You’ll have to speak to a judge, yes. It won’t be a big, formal hearing, though. Once you fill out the forms, you meet with them, tell them what’s happened, and they decide. [Waits to see how he’ll take that]
[His brush stops, and he stares at the colorful mess that this phone call’s brought on. It’s becoming darker, now, so he pulls his brush away from the canvas. Jack bites at his bottom lip nervously.] Um. I-I just d-d-don’t do w-w-well in f-f-front of… o-of… um… I… sh-she really w-w-would try an-anything I… [He sighs, shutting his eyes. He had to get a grip.]
Jack Maple 