"What can I do to convince you to let me. I am quite attached to the idea," Aristide said, his artistic eye taking in his yearmates features. Height didn't matter so much to him. At the current moment, height wasn't of much importance to him. Though of course that was from the perspective of a boy whose height was perfectly average at the moment. He had no way of knowing that he would one day come to grow into the looks of the very Sun God he was consistently inspired by. "Why don't you help me, then? I can feel the paint but I can't see my own phase at the moment to see precisely where I ought to wipe."