[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Billy thought his weekly task was sort of lame. Most people had the ability to turn themselves invisible or something of the like; but whatever, he wouldn't complain. It got him out of his house, so that was good.
Billy spent hours collecting the proper materials and practicing himself, as he was no expert in body paint. In front of him lay a variety of things -- berries, paints, mud, clay, twigs, leaves, among other things. Grinding his teeth together, the demiboy rolled stiffness out of his shoulders. Time to get started, he supposed. "Camouflage cl-class over here." He called out, twitching his bobbed tail.