What is it with all the people Chara cares about completely destroying their arms? He's lucky that Chara is, as always, a little shadow- they noticed him setting himself up, and here they are, looking down at the colorful bottles with a raised brow that simply arches higher at his admission.

"And you think I have?" Though that won't stop them from beginning to pick out a few colors. Some blue and... perhaps a green, too. No black or red. They've seen enough of those colors, lately.